Chapter 25
F eeling Sire's hard dick pissed me off because my body instantly craved to feel him. His lips trailed down my neck to my nipples. My body trembled from the warmth and tension of wanting to resist him, arousing me but feeling powerless to fight it. I tried to fight against him again. It was useless. He'd already decided what he wanted to do.
"I can't let you go without feeling you." The bass of his voice set my soul on fire.
I nibbled on my bottom lip, barely breathing as his mouth latched back onto my nipple. The longer he sucked and massaged my breasts, the quicker my resolve melted until I became putty in his hands. "I need you."
"And I hate you. Leave me alone." I turned to walk back into the room, intending to slam the door in his face, but he was right there.
I yelped when Sire scooped me up like I weighed nothing. He carried me the rest of the way to my bed and tossed me on it. "Leave you alone for what? I know you want this dick. I bet if I talk to that pussy, she'll be begging for me to put the tip in."
I scoffed with a roll of my eyes. "Boy, please. She's drier than the Sahara right now."
"Let me see."
I shook my head as Sire stalked toward me. My attempt to crawl away was futile because he grabbed my foot and pulled me to the edge of the bed. In a swift motion, he pushed my thong to the side, revealing what we both knew... my pussy was far from dry. She was soaked, hot, and fiending for him.
He eased a finger inside of me with a smirk. "That's what I thought. This pussy can't get enough of me."
"But I can," I venomously spat despite how good his finger stroking in and out of me felt.
He looked up at me and frowned. "Shut up before I put something in your mouth to make you shut up."
I sat up on my elbows. "No, you shut up before I put something in yours."
He stood slowly and eased his sweats down his legs. When those boxers dropped, I swear my mouth watered. He lowered onto the bed with a knee and slapped his tip against my clit. My back arched, and I accidentally released a moan.
"What's that you were saying?"
As soon as I tried to respond, Sire pushed inside of me. All the air left my lungs as my body adjusted to his thick, stupid, magical dick. He began to pump in and out of me with vengeful strokes. His hand went to my neck. He squeezed, forcing me to look at him. "You look so fucking pretty." His words were sweet, but the way he was fucking me was anything but. He was acting like he was punishing me for something when he was the one who'd crossed a line.
Hating that Sire was in control, I grabbed the front of his shirt and snatched him down on the bed. With a quick motion, I rolled him on his back and jumped on his dick. Every time he tried to touch me, I smacked his hands away. I planted my hands on his chest and bounced like my life depended on it.
"Aww, shit," he grumbled.
I kept my eyes focused on his face, waiting for his tell. Whenever Sire was ready to cum, he tucked his lip. The second I saw it lifting even a little, I hopped off him and took a step back. He was so gone his dick still spat up all over his stomach.
He pinned me in place with a glare, and I smiled, feeling accomplished. "Fuck you, JaSire Dupree."
Without another word, I marched into the bathroom and forced the door closed. I pressed my back against it, thinking the distance would make me feel better, but it only made me feel worse. I slid to the floor and dropped my forehead onto my knees.
Hot tears burst from my eyes as I began to sob. I felt so hopeless because even though what Sire had done was fucked up, the truth I was having a hard time facing was that I loved him. It was clear he didn't know what to do with my love, and I wasn't sure where that would leave us in the end.