“What’s wrong with a few memories between friends?”
I curl my lips into a sneer. “I know my friends. You’re certainly not one of them.”
“Am I your enemy?”
“You very well may be,” I retort. I haven’t decided yet—but I don’t tell her that. Instead, I increase the pressure. Her pulse jumps under my fingers, but her expression doesn’t change. “You went with Steele.”
Her eyes narrow. My grip isn’t so tight that she can’t speak. Not yet.
“What was I supposed to do?”
“Callme,” I growl.
“You don’t even like—”
I squeeze, cutting off her words. Her lips move soundlessly. I live for this control over her, and I wait for the spark of fear to come. Because I want to keep pushing her, even when she’s trying to drive me away. Someone broke into her house, but that won’t fly.
I’ll make sure the whole fucking world knows Violet belongs to me.
“There is no like.” I lean in and brush my lips along her cheek, sweeping back toward her ear. My tongue flicks out, tasting her skin. She smells like wildflowers. “I don’t have to fucking like you to own you. There’s no affection between us. You’re mine. Your mouth is mine. Your cunt is mine. Every fucking thought that runs through your head belongs to me.”
She shudders, and I let up long enough for her to breathe. I miss her expression, because I bite her ear and she shivers again. I press my body to hers, pinning her with more than just my hand at her throat, and let her feel how hard she makes me. How her helplessness turns me on.
I bite her ear again, rougher, and then move to her lips. Her lower lip was bleeding earlier, but there’s no sign of it now. I take it between my teeth and tug, and she gasps. Her pulse is a hummingbird’s wings beating against her skin. It singes my fingertips. I bite until the metallic taste seeps across my tongue, and then I bite harder.
She whimpers.
The sound drives me fucking wild.
I release her throat and attack her clothes. I shove her leggings down and her shirt up, exposing her breasts.
No bra.
My mind blanks for a second. Her breasts are perky, smooth and pale. Her nipples pebble. I stare and lick my lips, tasting her blood again. My cock is so hard, I might explode on first contact. But there’s urgency, too, and it seems to infect her as much as me.
She unbuttons my pants and pushes them off my hips. I step out of them and look down. Her panties are white. The picture of innocence. For a split second, I wonder if she’s a virgin. I dismiss it almost immediately. Her ex-boyfriend wouldn’t have let that pussy remain untouched for two fucking years.
I tear her panties off. The material rips easily, and I lift the fabric to my nose. I let her see my expression when I inhale her scent, and my cock twitches.
“Mine,” I repeat, dropping the material to the floor and hoisting her up.
She locks her legs around me, and I slide into her with one thrust.
God, she feels like heaven. She’s wet and ready, and her head falls back against the wall when I pull almost all the way out. I force myself back inside her. Her cunt clenches at me, tight and hot. Perfect. Fucking perfect.
I fuck her like a madman. Her spine hits the wall with every movement. Her breasts bob. I lean down and bite her skin, leaving a trail of wet marks as I home in on her nipple. When I have it between my teeth, she shrieks.
If that isn’t the best sound I’ve heard. I could live for those screams, tinged with pain and pleasure. A combination.
I release her thighs to slip my hand between us. I pinch her clit, twisting it and tugging. I play with her harder than I’ve ever fucked a girl before, and I still feel deranged. Like this is only the tip of the iceberg.
Her nails rake down my back, and I shudder when she grips my hair and forces my head up. We lock eyes. I see everything she wants me to see and more. How every stroke deep inside her is hitting a special place that makes her eyelids flutter. How the pressure is something new, something twisted.
I ease up on her clit and rub fast, shallow circles. My balls tighten, and I pound into her faster. Harder. She lets her head fall back when I pinch her clit again, and her cunt clenches around me as she comes.
Her mouth opens and closes, but she doesn’t give me that scream. She doesn’t say my fucking name, but she shakes and trembles and grips my biceps so tight, I think I’ll have half-moon cuts in my skin when we’re done.
Sweat rolls down my back. Between her breasts. We’re both panting.