Playing with Fire: A Standalone Dark Romance

Chapter Thirty-one

I hear her before I see her.

The guys have all left, the house is quiet, but she is very loud.

“Malakai!” She screams.

The door slams open and in she comes, her fury so violent it could rival a storm.

“Wife,” I purr, leaning back in my chair.

“You!” She growls, her eyes wide, face contorted with her anger. She’s still fucking stunning. “How dare you!?” She crosses the space between us and slams down her palms on my desk.

I rub together my fingers as I watch her, my smile feline, “I just wanted to buy a dress, kitten.”

She grabs one of my glasses and tosses it, as hard as she can at the wall, raining shards of glass across the room. I abruptly stand, leaning over to grasp the back of her neck, “Easy now, kitten.”

Her breathing is ragged, her eyes filled with so much venom, “I fucking hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” I rasp.

Brown eyes drop to my lips and then her mouth crashes against mine violently. My fingers slide into her thick hair, gripping it as I tug, stretching out her neck as I plunge my tongue into her mouth. Her fingers curl into my shirt, tugging me closer but this damn fucking desk!

Not separating us or removing my hand from her hair, I manage to manipulate us until we’re at the end of the desk and then my hand is on her waist, biting into her flesh as I yank her closer.

Nothing about this is slow or sweet or romantic, this is violent. This is dominance. A challenge. This is fucking us.

Her hands quickly start tugging at my shirt and once it’s out of my pants, her hands shove up under it, her nails clawing at my back. I hiss into her mouth as the pain registers and she uses it to her advantage to sink her teeth into my lip, drawing blood.

I break away from her, breathing heavy as my tongue laps up the blood welling on my bottom lip.

“You little fucking brat,” I growl, my hand coming up to wrap around her throat, her eyes widen as her hands shoot up to grip my wrist. I don’t squeeze or constrict her air, but a twitch of my fingers tells her I can.

“Fuck. You.” She spits.

Desire rushes through me, my cock aching, “Get on your knees.”

She doesn’t move so I coax her down with my hand on her throat, “Take out my cock, kitten.”

Her hands release my wrist and fly to the button of my pants, yanking at it before she tugs them down and has my cock in her hand in the next second.

Releasing her throat, I bring my thumb to her chin, pushing it to open her mouth while her hand works my shaft slowly.

“Look at you being a good girl right now,” I praise her, “Such a shame you couldn’t be a good girl for me before. Good girls get rewards, bad girls choke on my cock.”

Her eyes widen as I press the head of me between her lips, forcing her to widen and relax her jaw. When she’s wide enough, I thrust in, going to the back of her throat. Her hands slap against my thighs while mine go to the back of her head, keeping her right fucking there while I fuck between her lips.

“That’s it, kitten,” I rasp, reveling in the bite of her nails on my skin, “Choke on it.”

Her eyes stream and her tongue swirls around my shaft, flicking against the sensitive area underneath and I groan, fingers flexing in her hair. Her teeth begin to scrape dangerously against my shaft, and I widen my eyes in warning, gripping her hair tight enough for it to hurt.

Tears stream down her face but despite them, she glares at me, her anger so hot it burns. She challenges and threatens, even when she is on her knees.

“Don’t you fucking dare bite me, kitten.”

She grins around my cock and withdraws me from her mouth only to lick up the seam of me, making my damn knees wobble.

“Suck me, Olivia,” I rasp.

Her lips close around the crown of me and then she pushes me all the way to the back of her throat, one hand skirting up the inside of my thigh where her nails then run, with a light pressure against my balls.

Oh shit.

I groan as I tip my chin toward the ceiling, so damn close. My hips thrust into her mouth, and she takes all of me eagerly. I’m about to fucking come.

“Do not fucking swallow me,” I drop my head to look down at her as my fingers flex on the back of her skull and then I thrust all the way, my orgasm spilling into her mouth. Her nails dig in, but it doesn’t deter me, not as I flex and feel her gag, drawing out every second of the pleasure before I withdraw from her.

“Show me, kitten,” I demand, pressing my thumb against her bottom lip, “Tongue out.”

Eyes on me, she parts her lips and sticks out her tongue. My come coats it, dripping off the tip.

“Well can’t you be a good little brat,” I commend, “Now swallow it.”

With a devilish grin, she closes her mouth and swallows me down before she stands, and her mouth is on mine once more. The kiss heated and rough like before, teeth clashing, tongues dueling. Barely able to think, I keep a tight hold on her as I reach blindly behind and swipe my hand, throwing off the entire contents on top of the desk. It all crashes to the floor, glass smashes, pens and paper scatter and Olivia jumps in my arms but then I’m lifting her, planting her ass on the desk.

I break the kiss, stepping back from her, “Lay back, Olivia.”

Burning eyes on me, she lowers her spine to the desk, and I reach out to grasp her ankles, lifting until the heels of her feet rest on the edge of the desk. I let my hands run up the inside of her calves until I stop at her knees and then I push them apart, the pencil skirt she has on rises until it bunches at her hips.

She’s barely covered by a strip of lace, and I run a finger over them, feeling the warm wetness of her pussy coat the tip of my finger. “Fucking soaked.”

Her hips twitch as my fingers run back up and I flick my eyes to her face, seeing her eyes closed, lip caught between her teeth.

“Are you aching, kitten?” I ask, leaning down to blow my breath on her cunt, “Tell me.”

“Yes.” She breathes, spine arching.

“Should I fill you up, Olivia?”

I add a little pressure to her, pushing into the lace and she whimpers, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as she groans.

“Use your words, Olivia,” I demand.

“Please!” She snaps.

“Please what?”

“Please fill me up, Malakai. Please fuck me.”

“Such a good fucking girl.”

I begin to unbutton a few buttons at the top of my shirt before I grip the hem and rip it over my head and then I shove down my pants some more, and grip her hips, pulling her toward me and reach into my pocket for the utility knife.

Her eyes snap to me as I whip out the blade.

“What are you–”

“Hush, pretty girl,” I rasp, using two fingers to bring her panties away from her soaked pussy.

Her breathing comes out in rapid bursts and unease, and fear widens her eyes as I bring the blade closer to her.

“Stay fucking still, Olivia.” I warn.

She holds her breath as I hook the edge of the blade under the band of her panties and a quick tug slices it clean in half. I do the same on the other side, watching as the lace slips away, revealing her sweet, dripping cunt.

“Fuck me,” I breathe.

“What?” Her voice wobbles.

“Shh,” I soothe, gripping my already hard cock as I force her legs wider to accommodate me.

Using my hand, I guide the head of me through her lips, coating myself in her wetness before I slide myself to her entrance, pushing in just an inch.

“Eyes on me, kitten,” I demand once more and when she obeys, I slam forward, impaling her on my cock, filling her so completely with me, I can’t fucking see where I end, and she begins. She’s so fucking tight, so damn wet.

Her scream echoes through the room but I don’t stop, I pull out and slam forward, thrusting into her. She holds on to the desk as I fuck her, but it doesn’t stop her from shifting up the desk, away from me.

“You’ll never fucking escape me,” I grasp her thighs and yank her toward me, slamming forward at the same time, “You’re fucking mine, Olivia.”

“I hate you!” She hisses but then moans, so damn prettily.

“Yeah?” Thrust, “You hate it when I’m fucking you like this?” Thrust. “You hate it when I fill you up and stretch this tight fucking cunt full of my cock?”

“Shit,” She hisses, “Don’t stop!”

“You’re a brat, Olivia,” Sweat coats my skin, “I’m going to fuck this attitude right out of you.”

“Fuck you, Malakai.”

“You are, darling,” I purr, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs before I bring one hand around to press a thumb to her clit. She jerks against me and lets out this sweet little fucking whimper. “Now fucking come all over my cock, Olivia, and sing for me.”

I circle my thumb on her clit, pumping into her hard and fast until I feel her begin to convulse around me, her whimpers turning to moans, her pussy spasming beneath me.

“Oh god,” She cries as she clamps around my cock.

“Fuuuucccckkkkk,” I groan, my thrusts becoming jerky until my balls are drawing up tight and I spill right into her, filling her up with me.

When I pull out, I watch as I slip out of her, my come leaking from her. I scoop it up, watching her twitch and jerk as I slip it back inside, thrusting my fingers into her, “If you think I’m fucking done with you, kitten, then think again.”

Gripping her thighs, I drag her until her feet land on the floor and then I haul her up, her lax body falling against my chest.

“You’re fucking mine now, Olivia. Mine.”