Chapter 18
CHAPTER 18
CREED
S he is fucking furious, her tits heaving with every ragged breath. Her eyes burn with a hatred so intense, it could melt steel, but there’s something else there—something darker, something desperate and I feel it all.
My cock is already hard, straining against the fabric of my jeans like it’s trying to break free and fuck her into next week. My jaw clenches, my muscles taut, and my hands are balled into fists so tight, my knuckles ache. I hate her right now. I hate how desperately I want her. Goddamn, I hate her. And she hates me right back. But only because the other option will destroy us both.
The silence between us is deafening, but it doesn’t last long.
“I want you to leave me alone. You have no right—” she starts, but I cut her off with a step forward, my body so close to hers, she can probably feel the heat radiating off me like a fucking furnace.
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous, and she visibly shivers. I tell myself it was rage, but deep down, I know it’s something else entirely.
I grab her by the waist, my fingers digging into her soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises, and she gasps. Not in pain—no, she likes it rough. She slaps me across the face, the sound sharp and echoing, but I just smirk, my cock twitching in my jeans like it’s applauding her fucking audacity. That earns me another slap.
“Fight me all you want, princess,” I sneer, my breath hot against her ear as I lean in closer, my lips brushing against her skin. “But we both know you’re gonna beg for it before this is over.”
She spits in my face, her eyes blazing with fury and something else—something needy and feral. I wipe it off with the back of my hand, my smirk widening as I press my hard cock against her belly, letting her feel just how much I want to ruin her.
“You’re gonna regret that,” I growl, spinning her around so fast she gasps.
“No! Creed. Don’t!” Her bare ass is pale and perfect and just begging to be slapped. It doesn’t disappoint.
The sound of my hand connecting with her flesh is like a fucking gunshot, and she cries out, but not in pain. No, this little demon loves it. I do it again, harder this time, leaving a bright red handprint on her ass cheek that will be there for days.
“You’re such a fucking little tease,” I snarl, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to bend over the dressing table. She’s dripping wet, her pussy slick and ready, and I don’t waste any time. I pull my cock out of my jeans, thick and pulsing and begging to be inside her, and slam into her with one brutal thrust.
She screams, her nails digging into the wood of the table as I fuck her harder than I ever had before.
I hate her mother—oh God, I hate her mother for doing this to us—but I can’t stop wanting Mackenzie. I pound into her like I am trying to drive her through the fucking dresser, my cock hitting her so deep she mewls.
“You like that, don’t you?” I snarl, my hips slamming into her ass with every word. “You love being treated like the fucking slut you are.”
She doesn’t answer—can’t answer—but her pussy clenches around my cock like it is agreeing with me. I grab her by the hips, pulling her back onto me with every thrust, my balls slapping against her clit with enough force to make her scream.
“Fucking come for me,” I demand. And she does. She comes so hard, her pussy spasms around my cock like it’s trying to milk me dry. But I am not done—not even close.
I fuck her through her orgasm, my cock relentless as I chase my own release. And when it comes, it’s fucking brutal. I shove myself as deep as I can go, grinding into her with a growl as I empty myself inside her.
When I finally pull out, she collapses onto the table, a trembling, sweaty mess. I don’t say a word— I can’t.