“You did very well,” I growled.
“You’re an asshole.”
“Without a doubt.” While this wasn’t about romance and never would be, she’d earned the right to feel the bliss of ecstasy. Adrenaline pulsed through my veins, pushing both my levels of excitement and need to the point I couldn’t hold back much longer. I widened her legs, lifting her pelvis off the table as I bent down, indulging my thirst in an initial taste. As soon as I thrust my tongue inside her wetness, she pushed up from the table, wiggling until she was grinding her pussy into my face.
“Get off me,” she huffed.
“That’s not going to happen, and you know it.”
Sierra continued undulating her hips back and forth until I gripped both sides of her buttocks, holding her in position as well as digging my nails into her skin.
“Oh. Oh…” Her moans added additional gasoline to the flames, the white-hot heat of our combined desire threatening to combust. Within seconds, she was writhing against the table, her back heaving from her exaggerated breaths.
The taste of her was damning me to hell, making all my filthy thoughts embroiled in brutal sin. I split her wide open, teasing her asshole with a single finger while I lapped up her cream. Every sound I made was animalistic, a reminder that the predator needed to feed.
Panting, she pressed her face into the table, kicking her calves against the edge. I sensed she was close to a mind-blowing orgasm and refused to stop, feasting on her hungrily as she wiggled, bucking her body against my firm hold.
“Oh, God. Oh… Yes. Yes.”
I licked her furiously, finally plunging several of my fingers inside, curling the tips. That’s all she could take, her body jerking several times before she exploded in my mouth, filling my throat with her juice.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” Her body trembled and she pressed her hands on the table, lifting her head, my little kitten purring as I’d wanted her to do earlier.
“Mmm…” I murmured as I blew several swaths of hot air from one side of her inner thigh to the other. In my world, one could never be enough. I wanted her wet and sated, no longer fighting the inevitable. I continued my feast, sucking on her clit as I lifted her further off the table.
She kept her eyes closed, biting back another cry. I was forced to shift back and forth, my cock’s discomfort entirely too painful. I used my tongue and several fingers to drive her to the point of another climax within seconds, but only after I thrust my thumb deep inside her dark hole.
Her ragged scream gave me an inward smile. Only when she stopped shaking did I pull away. For tonight, the game playing was finished. This was no longer about her required obedience but fulfilling a hunger that demanded satisfaction. I scooped her into my arms, tossing her over my shoulder and heading for the stairs.
“Let me go.” She pummeled my back then scraped her long nails across my skin when I didn’t respond.
“Fight me, sweet kitten. That only turns me on even more.”
“You’re a son of a bitch.”
“Keep talking, sweetheart. Soon, I’ll fill your mouth with something nice and thick.”
I took the stairs two at a time, my heart thudding against my chest.
Her actions created a primal surge from deep within, the kind of aching need that swept through me like a tidal wave. It was difficult to comprehend why this woman ignited the dark passion within me, but there was no denying my intense yearning.
Even if what I was doing would challenge my return or leadership, I didn’t give a shit at this point.
She was mine.
Let another man dare attempt to take her away and they would face the kind of wrath that would leave them begging for death.
As soon as I stormed into the bedroom, I flicked on a single light on the dresser, wasting no time tossing her onto the bed. She’d continued fighting me on the stairs, almost managing to slide out of my hold. The second her body hit the bed, she bolted up, scampering quickly to the other side.
Nothing with her should have surprised me any longer, but when she yanked a lamp from the nightstand, tossing it in my direction, all I could do was laugh. The old clock radio was next, the hard plastic smashing against the side of my head. Before I had a chance to recover, she’d opened the drawer, finding whatever had been left inside, pitching the items one after the other.
Still amused, I took long strides around to the other side, forced to duck when she came at me with her fist. I grabbed her around the waist, pitching us both onto the bed, pressing my full weight across her still wiggling body.
The girl was stronger than she looked, refusing to give in. While she gasped, she wasn’t finished yet, somehow managing to get her leg from under me, awkwardly kicking me behind the knee with her foot. Now I’d had enough. When I yanked both her arms over her head, easily able to secure them with the fingers of one hand, she hissed, cursing at me in what sounded like several languages.
Yet the moment I wrapped my other hand around her throat, she opened her lovely doe eyes wide, venom and hatred prickling the beautiful flecks of silver rimming her irises.
“I hate you,” she managed, her chest rising and falling as she lifted her chin even higher.