I stop what I am doing, keeping my focus on the wall trying to try to hold my composure. I do not want to direct my rage towards her.
“I’mnotyours, ‘Omen’,” she grinds out through her clenched teeth.
My control snaps like a rubber band and without thinking I turn around, grab her, and slam her against the wall.
“Want to repeat that, Little Bird?” I ask steadily holding her gaze.
I watch as her bravado begins to fade, Chantelle’s breathing becoming unsteady.
“Say it again,” I coax harshly.
Chantelle tries to wiggle her arms free from my grip as I increased my hold. I bend my head down closer to her ear.
“Say. It,” I demand.
“I-I’m not yours,” she says through staggered breaths.
The challenge in front of me, brings a smile to my face. I let go of her arms, as she sends her hand across my face. I bark out a laugh, then use my body to press against hers, I caged her head between my arms.
Her unkempt hair falling around her perfect face, unknowingly she holds onto my pants belt loops. I bring my mouth to her exposed neck, loving the feeling of her body stiffen under me. I brush my lips along the crook of her neck.
Chantelle pushes me away, anger returning. I watch her fight between need and rage.
Goddamn, I love when she gets angry so I can fuck it out of her.
“You fucking kidnapped me, you’re holding me hostage, and you think I’m going to fuck you?” She stomps her foot in anger.
“So, flirting with Salvador was some sort of middle finger towards me?” I ask, my irritation growing, as the image of her sitting on his lap flashes in my mind. “You don’t even know the shit I’ve been through the last couple of days, only to come home to this.”
“Are you sure that’s all I did?” She smirks. “Flirt?”
I push off the wall and turn on my heels to walk out of the room, mind made up that I will gut Salvi in front of her just to prove a point. She grabs my arm to stop me.
“Don’t fucking walk away from me!” Chantelle pulls at my arm in an attempt to spin me, but I do not budge.
I stand staring out my door, her frustration growing. Finally giving up she steps in front of me. My glare snaps to hers.
“Move before I do or say something I’ll regret,” I warn.
“Are you going to fucking hurt me?”
I laugh at her question like I would allow anyone to touch a hair on her head, let alone myself. Hurting her is definitely going to happen but only when there is pleasure involved. I do enjoy punishing her.
I react and grab a fistful of hair shoving her down onto her knees. The force causing her to yelp when her kneecaps slam on the marble floor. I yank her head back, tugging hard at her root.
Chantelle’s nostrils flare and there is equal parts fear, anticipation, and anger in her jade eyes. Such a delicious sight. The only fear I want from her is from how I will punish her mouth.
“You have a problem with this mouth, you know that?” My thumb slides along her bottom lip. “I think you might like to be punished, don’t you?”
A whimper escapes her mouth as her lips part, inviting me to do just that.
“Such a pretty mouth with so much hostility,” I say with a smirk. I get to work freeing my already hard cock stroking my length a few times while she watches through her bottom lashes. Chantelle is always breaking through my control, beating down the sanity I hold onto so dearly.
“The only sound I want to hear from you, Little Bird.” I pull back on her hair a little more, making her mouth open and rubbing the head of my cock along her lips. “Is you choking on my cock.”
I slam forward, teeth skimming my shaft lightly as I hit the back of her throat, causing me to shudder. She chokes and tears well in her eyes. I pull back and fuck her mouth with furious vigor like it was her pussy.
Drool drips down her chin, tears stream down her face while I punish that sharp mouth of hers. Chantelle has never looked so beautiful. Worshipping me at my feet as I take from her. Her hands are twisted in the waistline of my slacks. The build of my orgasm starts to build in my spine, and I pull myself out, shoving her back. She coughs and gasps for the air I deprived her of.