Chapter 4 Kingston
KINGSTON
I love the way she trembles against me, losing complete control as her mind battles her body in a full-fledged war against the desire crackling in the air between us.
Her gorgeous lips refuse to form the words I know sear the tip of her tongue.
Because for as much as she says she hates me, she wants me even more.
And fuck, I want her too.
My fingers dig into her creamy flesh, her pretty eyes popping open wide. But instead of fear and panic, I only see lust and need glittering in the depths.
She can’t hide her true feelings from me.
I can see right through the caustic words and toxic threats.
Somehow, I think she hates that most of all.
Her pulse throbs against my fingers. I loosen my grip, and her cheeks flush a deep pink, her perfect tits heaving as she draws oxygen back into her lungs.
“You’re a sick fuck,” she rasps, grabbing me by the lapels of my jacket. Her knuckles turn white from fisting the fabric so tight.
“But you love that, don’t you?” I pull her tight against me and slide one hand down the front of her dress. I rest it just above her waist, staring at her. “I think you’re a liar. And I bet I can prove it.”
“Try and I’ll fucking castrate you in your sleep.”
“More lies,” I murmur. “You don’t want me to find out the truth. You think you can keep it hidden, but you can’t. I can see the hunger in your eyes, Livvie. I can taste it when you kiss me. You try to fight, but there’s no winning against me.”
“How is there room for you and your ego in here?” she bites out through gritted teeth, her hands dragging down the front of my chest.
“Admit that you want me, Livvie. Just say the words.”
Her eyes spark with white-hot flames. “Never.”
I wrap my fingers in her soft hair, jutting my hips against her. She falls back the slightest bit, tilting her head toward mine. I crush my mouth over hers, my tongue plunging into her hot, wet mouth.
She moans, tugging my shirt as we devour each other like dinner.
My cock aches, straining against my pants. I force her back against the wall and pull her skirt to her hips.
Her legs fall open and my pulse rockets.
I slide my fingers over the scrap of lace covering her pussy. Fuck me, she’s soaked.
Livvie pants against my lips, breathless. She clamps down on my lower lip, dragging it through her teeth.
“Fucking little liar,” I hiss. “You’re so wet, Livvie. Because you want my hard cock inside of you. But I’m not gonna give it to you yet. You don’t deserve it.”
Olivia lets out a choked gasp when I slide my fingers into her pussy. I almost lose my shit once my fingers sink into her velvety warm walls. She’s perfect—tight, wet, and hot. She rides my hand like a good little slut, her body spasming almost immediately.
I cover her mouth with my own to silence her mewls, finger fucking her until she goes limp in my arms.
She slams her palms against me in a very fucking weak attempt to push me away. Her breaths are shallow, hungry. I just chuckle.
Like she didn’t love what I just did to her.
“You’re all hot and bothered just from my fingers. That was nothing, princess.” I smirk at her. “I guess you’ve never been with anyone who actually knows what it takes to please a woman.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, asshole. My vibrator can get me off better than you can.” Goosebumps pebble her skin, and I don’t miss the way her hands shake as she spits out her lies.
“Is that a challenge?” My lips lift and I tear off her skimpy panties with one quick tug.
“Those were my something blue,” she says. “You just destroyed them. Do you know what that means?”
“Yeah.” I lift her into my arms and carry her to the oversized sofa under a string of fairy lights. “It means that there’s nothing in the way of me fucking that perfect pussy.”
A shocked gasp catches in her throat, and she looks at me like a deer caught in headlights when I place her on the cushion.
I lift an eyebrow and pull off my belt. “Are you gonna pretend that’s not what you want? Are we still playing that game, Livvie?”
Her eyes fall to my hard cock, widening. I give it a hard stroke and she bites down on her lip before looking up at me.
“This means nothing.”
Her legs fall open wider, her pussy lips plump and glistening with her juices.
Precum spills over the tops of my fingers at the sight of it.
“Oh, but it does,” I say, lowering myself on top of her.
“It means that you’re mine, Livvie. For fucking ever.
I’m gonna fucking ruin you. That pussy is mine to take whenever I want it.
I don’t care if you hate me, you’re gonna love when I fuck you.
You’re gonna crave it, beg for it, dream about it. ”
“You may have my body, but you’ll never own my heart. You’re an evil bastard, and I’ll never love you,” she whimpers as the head of my cock teases her slit.
“I don’t need you to love me. I just need you to fuck me,” I grunt, driving my hips forward.
She cries out as I push into her, her eyes squeezed shut. I try to control myself, try to keep my movements slow so I don’t hurt her, but the feeling of her pussy stretching around me, blanketing my cock in her wet heat, it’s too much.
I thrust into her with long, deep strokes and she lifts her hips to meet me, squeezing my cock to keep me in place. I pull out, grazing against her clit, and she moans, pressing her hands into the small of my back to force me back inside.
My control slips and my movements become harder and faster. Our frenzied bodies rock against each other. Sweat prickles the back of my neck, my balls aching as they slap against her.
A piercing yell shatters the air as she comes apart in my arms, her juices flowing over me, body quaking and quivering when the orgasm consumes her.
Streaks of white light flash behind my eyelids, sparks in my groin shooting out like lasers, electrifying me from the inside out.
With one last thrust, I finally let go, tremors rocking my body as the hot cum spurts from my cock, filling her with everything I have.
I collapse forward onto my arms, my heart damn near ready to explode out of my chest.
But fuck, I’m still smiling.
Because hate sex is the best sex.
And that hate sex was the best goddamn sex I’ve ever had.
Livvie narrows her eyes. “Get the hell off me.”
“You sure? The way your pussy was leeching on my dick tells me there’s time for round two.”
“In your dreams,” she hisses, raising her foot. “Do you want me to kick you off me? Or will ya be a gentleman and respect your wife’s wishes?”
“I think I already did that. At least twice.”
I get off the couch and tuck myself back into my pants, smirking while I watch Livvie struggle to get up after what I just did to her.
When she grips the side of the couch for leverage, her body looks like a limp spaghetti noodle, trembling as she fixes her dress.
With a frustrated huff, she walks over to the mirror on the wall next to the terrace doors. “How am I supposed to go back inside in this state?”
“You look gorgeous, like a filthy little whore who couldn’t keep her legs closed until we got home.” My grin widens. “My filthy little whore.”
“You are such a disgusting pig,” she seethes, whipping around when I come up behind her.
I grab her by the wrist and spin her so we’re facing each other. Thin streams of moonlight spill across her face, making the diamonds on her tiara glitter like tiny stars.
“We fucked,” she says. “Big deal. It still changes nothing. I’m not your trophy.”
“Don’t fool yourself, princess. It changes everything,” I growl, grabbing her chin and tilting it so she’s forced to look at me. “I own you now, and your life is—”
And then a single gunshot explodes into the air, swallowing the rest of my words.