SIX
DANTE
That wasn’t part of the plan. None of this was supposed to happen, but everything went out the window once I tackled Willow in the woods. Hands down, it was the best fuck of my life. Visceral and heady with the same adrenaline-fueled rush I get when I’m on my bike.
It didn’t take away my hate for her. But there’s an intimacy in what we did that makes me see her more clearly.
Fuck, it was good. As I play with her like my hand is fucking magnetized to her pussy, I’m battling the need to do it all over again.
“Do you two need to be alone?”
Willow sasses.
Smirking, I circle her clit with more pressure. My fingers are covered in our come. I keep pushing whatever leaks out back inside her.
Willow’s breath catches and I watch every shift in her features, changing pressure and technique until I wring another orgasm out of her. She shivers, clamping her thighs around my hand to trap it.
We exist in a strange bubble at the moment.
I want more of this. I can’t stop touching her, figuring out the ways she’ll shudder and fall apart. She fascinates me.
“Tell me,” I order.
“Tell you what?”
She’s not as sharp as usual, distracted by what my fingers are doing to her body. Her teeth sink into her lip and her eyes flutter. She’s dancing on the edge of pleasure. I grin because I did this to her.
My gaze roams over her body arching into every touch, cutting down to where my hand flexes between her thighs. They’re slick, coated in her arousal. “How much you liked it.”
The smugness in my tone makes her eyes fly open, the haziness clearing.
“No.”
“No? I don’t believe that for a second.”
I gesture to my dick. “See, your come is all over this.”
Willow scoffs. “You’re a pig.”
She shoves my hand away and rolls off the bed, stalking away. Brows flattening in annoyance, I follow her, doing up my jeans.
“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you yet.”
When I reach for her shoulder, she shrugs my hand off. “You think I’m happy about this? You’re unbelievable. I hate you so much.”
She slashes her hand through the air. “What we just did is never happening again.”
Indignation rockets through me as I corral her against the wall once more. She grips the lapels of my trench coat. I plant a hand on the wall and get in her face. Her words say one thing, but the way her eyelids droop as she presses her tits against my chest says otherwise.
“Not again? Fuck that. I want you.”
Her mouth clamps shut and her blue eyes slide away. Working my jaw, I cup one of her tits, kneading it, teasing her nipple through the thin velvet. She can’t hide how it affects her, the strained noise she traps in her throat while she tugs on my coat.
I tilt my head and rake my teeth over my lip. A rough sound leaves me.
It feels like she doesn’t have a bra on. No panties, no bra. Fuck, I want to strip her naked.
“You wanna know what I think?”
At her silence, I pinch her nipple, smirking at the way she tips her head against the wall with a low moan. “I think you fight me because somewhere deep down, you do want me to put you on your knees and feed you my cock to shut you up. You like everything I do to you, but you can’t admit it turns you the fuck on unless you make yourself pretend I’m forcing you.”
The truth is written all over her face—how aroused she is. I grab her jaw and make her look at me.
“That right there. That’s what I’m talking about.”
My other hand leaves her breast, dragging down her side. I cup her between the legs and she grinds against my hand. The corner of my mouth kicks up in triumph. “So it’s not all for show? The sexy fishnets and all that attitude that drives me crazy? You’re my dirty little whore, aren’t you, Willow? Just waiting for the moment I snap and fuck you.”
She bares her teeth in response, but doesn’t stop moving against my hand, seeking release. A low laugh huffs out of me.
“Give me those claws, baby,”
I mutter against her temple. “I have no problem telling you how hot it gets me when you fight me back.”
Another faint moan catches in her throat. She turns her head away and pushes my trench coat off my shoulders. I shrug out of it, kicking it away when it drops to the floor. My cock is hard again. Shit, it never fully softened after fucking her once.
“I think about those sinful red lips of yours wrapped around my cock when I jerk off.”
Her head whips back and she meets my gaze. I blink. The confession surprises both of us. I didn’t mean to admit it.
Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine. “So you figured being the world’s biggest asshole to me was the right way to show you’re attracted to me?”
She shakes her head, gaze turning distant. “Now it all makes sense. Pull my hair in public, but secretly whisper sweet words on paper to confuse the shit out of me.”
My brow wrinkles. I have no clue what the hell she’s talking about. The need to take that mouth is killing me.
“Get on your knees.”
The challenge in her eyes and the set of her jaw turns me on as much as it did to chase her and soak up her fear. This is us—this fucked up lust fueled by fear and loathing.
“Make me, bastard.”
I grin at the magic words as the wicked urge takes over. I squeeze her jaw before releasing it, then fist her hair. She gasps and rakes her nails down my chest. I groan at the fire it leaves behind that mixes with heady desire. When I wrestle her to the ground, she spits on me.
“Save it for when you’re choking on my cock, little slut.”
The sight of Willow on her knees for me is fucking divine.
I use the hold on her hair to angle her face back and thumb her lip before pulling my cock out. I pump it while she watches, eyes blazing. When I trace her lips with the tip, my stomach clenches in anticipation of her biting it.
But she doesn’t. She turns her mutinous gaze up to lock with my eyes and I push my cock past her lips. I exhale at the velvety heat of her mouth.
“Oh fuck, baby. Your mouth.”
I guide her head by my hold on her hair and thrust.
She gags, then recovers, adjusting to the pace I set. A flush creeps across the tops of her tits above the neckline of the bodice. She peeks up at me again, sliding her hands up my legs. One of her hands cups my balls, her nails applying a hint of pressure in warning if I try to take this too far.
We’re both on the same page that this is us playing around with what’s turning us on—the illusion that I’m forcing her. That’s all it is. I wouldn’t actually cross that line, and she’d use those nails to hurt me if I did.
“That’s it, little slut. Suck it. You love this.”
Her cheeks hollow and I go faster with a grunt. The noises we make are filthy—her garbled gasps between thrusts, the wet sound of my dick plunging in and out of her swollen lips.
“You’re my pretty little whore, Willow.”
She flicks her eyes up, leering at me through damp lashes at the dirty names I give her. The sight of those plump lips around my shaft, the mascara-streaked cheeks, and tears leaking from the corners of her eyes when I’m too rough fucking her face are a trifecta. I need to be inside her again.
“Get up. I want your pussy choking my cock again.”
My dick slips out of her mouth as I pull her to her feet, tugging her bodice down to expose her tits. Ah, so there was a bra. It’s one of those lacy, barely there bralette things. She might as well have gone braless.
Her tits are perfect and perky. I pause, leaning down to take a nipple in my mouth through the lace. Her fingers stop fumbling with my jeans to hold the back of my head while I suck on her nipple.
With a growl, I let it pop free and pull her bodice and bra off. A folded up piece of paper falls to the floor that we both ignore. She claws at my jeans and I step out of them. I leave her stockings, nearly coming from the sight of her standing naked except for her torn fishnets.
Circling my cock with my fingers, I squeeze it. “You want this?”
She nods, cheeks pink.
“Say it.”
Willow presses her lips together. “I want it. Fuck me.”
With a grin, I whip her around. She braces her hands on the wall and I line up. We both moan when I enter her with a sharp thrust. Her head tips back on my shoulder and I band an arm around her chest, holding her tits while my hips pump.
It’s still rough and wild, but we’ve both forgotten the game, too swept up in the pleasure.
My lips find her throat, trailing kisses up to her jaw. Her pussy fucking flutters on my cock and she cries out as she comes. It’s a feeling I’ll never get tired of.
No one has ever fit with me so perfectly, matched my dark fantasies, been so goddamn right that I never want to stop. Not until this girl. The one who drives me to madness and pisses me off like no other.
An odd sensation twists in my chest and it punches a breath out of me. I slow down my pace as the truth barrels into me.
I don’t want to stop. Now that I’ve had this, I want it. Maybe it’s because I’ve spent the last several months deprived of anything and everything as a consequence of failing my Grandma’s expectations, but I want Willow.
The fucking irony. She’s the one that caused all my problems, but it’s only when I’m around her that my chest burns like this.
Blinking without seeing, I stop moving.
“What’s wrong?”
Willow twists to see me, brows raised. She’s gorgeous like this, all mussed up and aroused. She pushes her ass into me. “Come on, don’t stop. I was close again.”
I bury my face in her neck and pull out.
“Dante?”
I don’t answer as I pick her up and carry her to bed again. She gives me a questioning look. I press my lips to hers and she relaxes into me. When I put her down on the bed, she scoots to the middle. I follow her, fitting myself between her thighs. Her legs wrap around me as I glide the head of my cock through her slick folds and enter her again.
“Feels so good,”
Willow says breathlessly, throat bared for me.
Red marks cover her skin, proof of what we’re doing. It sends a thrill of satisfaction through me to know I’ve left a reminder on her body. We can’t sweep this under the rug when we leave the cabin.
I slip a hand between us and rub her clit, watching her face hungrily for the telltale signs of her orgasm.
“I love the face you make when you come.”
Her cheeks blush a pretty shade of red. I want to make her skin flush that color over and over.
My fingers tangle in the thin webs of her fishnets and I use the grip as leverage to fuck her harder. She digs her nails into my shoulder and threads her fingers in my hair. She pulls and I groan, almost collapsing on top of her. My pace stutters and my dick throbs.
With a raw growl, I come, filling her pussy a second time tonight. Her thighs tremble, legs locking me in place like she doesn’t want this to stop either. I use my tangled grip on her fishnets to pull the material taut against her skin, as if there’s any way to bring our bodies closer together.
When I finish, I collapse next to her with a ragged noise. “Fucking hell.”
“Yeah,”
she echoes.
I’m too wrecked to move. My chest heaves with each burning breath.
Willow goes to roll away, but I catch her around the waist and yank her back against my body. She tenses for a beat, then relaxes when I claim her lips with mine for another kiss.
My thoughts stick on the turn this night has taken. Without the prank, I’d never know this could work between us. She would have remained a secret fantasy that pissed me off.
But now I know something that will live in my mind rent free—Willow Stewart is my perfect match.