Chapter 7 #3
“Really?” His fingers dug into my throat.
He thrust his hips forward with a grunt, his ghost fingers pushing my head down crudely, forcing more of his massive size down my throat.
Even in my mind, I could feel myself choke, my eyes watering, not able to take it all. I cut the link, fury wrinkling my nose.
A malicious smirk hinted on his mouth, knowing he won. “You can’t have my dick down your throat and take the morally superior ground. It’s not a good look for you. I know you, Kovacs, you are twisted and fucked up; stop pretending to be a good girl. We both know you’re not.”
“Fuck you,” I growled, wiggling against his hold.
“You wouldn’t recover from it.”
“Get the hell off me.” I shoved at his chest, not moving him an inch.
“Be honest. Me having a family wouldn’t stop you from fucking me right now.”
The admittance of who they were slashed across me like a knife.
He has a child. A woman he loves? Gods, Brex, what are you doing?
Recalling the fight at the train station, using his energy, I slammed my palms into his chest. With the sensation of him gliding through, licking at my nerves and pumping my muscles with adrenaline, I turned it back on him. His body stumbled back, colliding with a wall.
Not hesitating, I darted for the door, my hand touching the metal knob.
A strangled cry rose from my throat, his arms sweeping around my waist, my body flung back, crashing onto the mattress.
“Fucking hell!” Warwick climbed over me, pinning my arms to the bed, the small bed groaning under our weight. “You are the most infuriating person I’ve ever met.”
“Back at you!” I thrashed against his hold as he was forced to put more of his weight on me. “Get off me!”
“Stop moving.” He groaned, pressing me down harder. “Like I’m not already hard enough.”
“Good! Hope it breaks off.” I continued to squirm and fight him, the weight of him heaving my chest, his erection rubbing against me, driving my teeth into my bottom lip. “Probably the only thing your mate actually likes about you.”
“You want to hear about how I make my mate scream?” He stressed the word, making me flinch as if I had been lashed.
It was torture, pain, but I also couldn’t hide the fact it seemed to turn me on.
What the hell is wrong with me? “Want to know how hard and good I fuck her?” He ground into me, my lashes fluttering, my cheeks flushing with need.
His hands were locked on my wrists, but I also could feel fingers trail down my throat, brushing over my nipples.
Teeth nipped at my inner thigh, a tongue dragging up, stopping right at my folds.
A groan stuck in my throat, my hips widening without my permission.
Aching.
Desperate.
“How feral she gets when I lick her pussy?” The sensation of his tongue sliding through me rolled my eyes back, making me feel every bit the wild animal he was describing.
“How her pussy clenches around my dick, her body twitching, screaming like a banshee as she comes . . .”
Against my will, my mouth parted, my lungs dragging in air.
“You want that, Kovacs?”
Fuck yes.
“No.” I snarled. “You might have no morals or care about your family, but I respect myself more than that.”
“You’re a fucking liar.” He snorted, his hips moving as he dragged over me.
It was as if I could feel him bare, his cock sliding through me.
My back arched, responding with painful desire as I pushed up to meet him, showing what a pathetic hypocrite I was.
“You don’t give a shit about morals; you are as dark and depraved as me.
You just haven’t admitted it to yourself yet. ”
The feel of his tongue sliced deep inside me. Oh. Gods.
“Please . . .” I begged, not knowing which I was begging for—to stop or keep going.
He growled, rolling into me again, shredding a violent shiver down my spine.
Doing nothing more than pinning me to the bed and rolling his hips into me fully clothed, I felt consumed. Every nerve burned; every inch of my skin pulsed. He incinerated me inside and out. He was everywhere. Stealing my mind, body, and soul.
And I wanted nothing more than for him to finish me. Burn every last piece to the ground.
Our eyes locked.
I couldn’t move or speak, his mouth barely a breath from mine.
His chest heaved in and out, his eyes tracking mine. Desire assaulted every molecule, licking and stroking the air with ruin.
Something deep inside me hummed with life. With death. The two sides circling and lashing out in an endless battle.
I wanted him to kiss me. To thrust inside me so deeply there would be no beginning or end.
His mouth lowered, the heat from his lips grazing mine.
I craved to take everything like I did the other day. Instead of my shadow touching his body, I dove underneath, grazing his mind, his soul, reaching for his truth.
I barely slipped under his skin when I felt energy slammed back into me, engulfing me.
Mind-blowing pain.
Blinding pleasure.
Intimate. Raw. It broke me down to a single shred of existence, like being hit by a strike of lightning. The power infused us, blinding, painful, but filled me so full only the deepest, rawest carnal passion thumped and ripped through me.
A howl echoed through the room at the same time a cry tore from my lips, the energy penetrating and winding around us, and I quickly retreated, the extreme emotions overwhelming every sense.
“Fuck!” he bellowed, scrambling off me with a snarl, his lids lowered on me like I was some demon. “What the fuck was that?”
My breath was ragged; I wondered the same thing. “I-I don’t know.”
He stared down at me, his chest heaving. “Don’t ever fuckin’ do it again,” he rasped out, fury and disgust curling his lip.
“Don’t worry.” Sitting up, my lip rose. “I won’t. I want nothing to do with you.”
“Good,” he snapped, his shoulders still surging. “Let’s keep it that way.”
He turned abruptly, slamming out of the door, leaving me gasping, horny, scared, and rejected.
Which assembled into one pissed-off bitch.