Paradise #2
“Maybe,” I echo with a dangerous laugh, sliding my free hand down the silk of her dress, slow enough that she feels every ounce of my patience unravel. My thumb brushes the bare edge of her thigh, and her breath stutters.
“Fuck, you’re reckless.” I squeeze her throat, not enough to cut off the air, just enough to make her tilt her head back, exposing herself to me. “Wearing this little scrap of fabric in front of everyone. In front of me. You wanted me to lose it.”
Her nails dig into my wrist, not pushing me away, just holding on like she doesn’t know what else to do.
“Dean.” My name comes out broken, like a prayer she swore she’d never say.
That’s it. That’s the crack I’ve been waiting for.
I press my mouth to hers, not kissing—claiming. My teeth catch her lower lip, biting hard enough to make her whimper. She tries to keep up, tries to fight for control, but she’s already shaking.
My hand slides higher, under her dress now, dragging the fabric up her thigh until I feel the heat of her bare skin.
“No panties,” I growl against her mouth. “You left the house like this?”
She gasps, eyes wide, head shaking—but I can feel the truth under my palm when my fingers brush slick heat. “Fucking liar.”
Her knees buckle when I shove two fingers inside her, no warning, no mercy. Her cry gets swallowed by my kiss, her nails clawing at my shirt, her body jerking against the wall.
I fuck her with my hand, hard and steady, the wet sound of it obscene in the dark hallway. Every time she moans, I squeeze her throat tighter, feeding off the way she can’t decide if she wants to fight me or beg for more.
“You’re dripping all over my hand,” I snarl, teeth scraping her jaw as my thumb circles her clit mercilessly. “Tell me again you don’t want this. Look me in the eye and fucking lie to me.”
Her eyes flutter open, pupils blown wide, lips trembling. She doesn’t say a word. She just grinds harder against my hand like she’s trying to break herself on it.
“Good girl,” I rasp, slamming my fingers deeper, faster, until her whole body bows against mine. “That’s it. Cum on my hand. Make a mess for me.”
And when she finally shatters, moaning so loud it drowns out the music pounding beyond the walls, I hold her up by the throat, keep her pinned exactly where I want her, watching every inch of her unravel for me.
She’s still shaking on my hand when I rip her dress up around her hips and shove it out of the way. She gasps, tries to grab at the fabric, but I slap her hands down against the wall, pinning her wrists with one of mine.
“You think you get to cover up now? After parading this body in front of me like bait?” My words grind out against her ear, rough and low. “No, sweetheart. You asked for this. You’re going to take it.”
Her chest heaves, a desperate little whimper breaking through her parted lips as I free myself, pushing my cock hard against the soaked heat of her cunt. The friction alone makes her shudder.
“You’re trembling,” I rasp, teeth dragging down the side of her neck. “Scared?”
“N-no—” Her denial breaks on a moan when I thrust inside her in one brutal stroke, burying myself to the hilt.
Her cry rips through the hallway, strangled and beautiful, and I clamp my hand tighter around her throat to muffle it. “Shh. Don’t want Kate to hear, do you?”
The name makes her body jerk against mine, and I smile against her skin, vicious and triumphant. “That’s right. Keep quiet while I fuck you like this.”
I slam into her again, as her body already gives way, wet and tight, and clenching around me like she was made for this. I am relentless, with hips that slam her against the wall, forcing each thrust to wring another choked sound from her throat.
“You’re dripping down my cock already,” I growl, shifting just enough to grind deeper, harder, until she’s shaking so violently I have to hold her wrists tighter to keep her upright. “So much for not wanting me, huh?”
Her nails claw uselessly at the air, her face contorted between fury and surrender. “I hate you,” she gasps, the words breaking apart as I drive into her.
“You hate me?” I snarl, snapping my hips harder. “Then fucking hate me while I make you cum.”
I slide my thumb back to her clit, circling it mercilessly as I pound into her. She’s trapped, writhing, begging without words, every sound she makes proof she’s mine.
“Say it,” I demand against her ear, sweat dripping down my temple. “Say you’re mine.”
She shakes her head, eyes blazing even as her body bucks against me. “Never.”
My hand leaves her throat just long enough to grab her jaw, forcing her face toward me, our lips inches apart as I slam into her harder, deeper, until the wall is rattling. “Then I’ll fuck the truth out of you.”
Her eyes roll back, her whole body convulsing as she comes again, screaming against my palm when I slap it back over her mouth to keep her silent. Her pussy strangles my cock, milking me, dragging me to the edge with her.
“Fuck.” I grind out, burying myself as deep as I can, hips jerking uncontrollably as I spill inside her, every thrust painting her with the claim she swore she didn’t want.
When it’s done, I don’t let her go. I keep her pinned, her wrists still locked under my grip, her body trembling against mine, our sweat-slicked skin glued together.
“You can tell yourself it was a mistake,” I murmur against her ear, still buried deep inside her. “But your body knows better.”
She’s still caged against the wall, my cock softening inside her, her chest rising and falling like she’s run a mile. Sweat beads at her temple, smudged lipstick, hair ruined—fucking gorgeous wreckage.
I ease my hand from her mouth, just to hear her. “Look at you,” I murmur, my voice low and jagged. “Fucked open on my cock and still glaring at me like you’ve got fight left.”
Her lips tremble, then curl into something sharp. “You’re disgusting.”
I smirk, brushing my thumb over her spit-slick lower lip. “Disgusting enough, you just came screaming on me twice.”
She jerks her head away, snarling under her breath. “You think you’ve won? You’re the one who couldn’t stay away. You didn’t even want me, remember?” Her eyes cut to mine, bright with fury. “You got what you wanted, and I wasn’t worth a damn after.”
The words hit harder than I expected, a sting I bury beneath a cruel smile. “And yet…” I roll my hips forward, making her gasp when she feels I’m still inside her, still thick, still holding her down. “Here you are. Letting me ruin you all over again.”
“Letting you?” She laughs, broken and biting, the sound tearing through the silence. “You’re delusional. You cornered me. You took.” Her nails rake down the wall, furious, trembling. “I’d never choose you.”
“Liar,” I rasp, leaning in until my lips are at her ear. “Every time I get close, your whole body begs for me. You can spit your venom, Brooklyn, but your pussy doesn’t know how to lie.”
She gasps, red blooming across her cheeks, fury and shame in equal measure. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“No,” I whisper, biting down on the shell of her ear until she shudders, “I’m full of you. And you’ll remember that every time you walk around dripping me down your thighs.”
Her head snaps toward me, eyes blazing. “You’re sick.”
“Maybe.” I finally pull out slowly, deliberately, dragging every last aftershock out of her, then let her stumble as I release her wrists. She catches herself against the wall, thighs trembling, glaring daggers.
I tuck myself back into my trousers with obscene calm, like I didn’t just claim her where anyone could’ve walked by. “Funny thing is,” I murmur, watching her tug her ruined dress down, “I didn’t even want you.”
Her eyes widen, breath catching, like the words cut deeper than anything else I’ve done.
I lean closer, lips almost brushing hers, cruel and soft all at once. “But now that I’ve had you…” My smile twists, sharp enough to bleed. “You’ll never stop wanting me.”
Her lip curls as she yanks her dress down, trying to piece herself back together like I didn’t just tear her apart. “You’re pathetic,” she spits, voice raw. “Pathetic and lonely. No wonder you chase after your daughter’s friend—you couldn’t get a real woman if you begged.”
For a second, I go still. Then the laugh that leaves me is low and dangerous, rolling through the space between us until I see her shiver. “A real woman?” My hand snakes out, fisting her jaw, forcing her to look up at me. “Sweetheart, there’s nothing realer than the way you break for me.”
She tries to speak, but I’m already crushing my mouth to hers—hard, claiming, bruising. She shoves at my chest, useless little pushes that only make me groan into her mouth, biting her lip until she tastes copper.
Her muffled protest burns against me, and I eat it like oxygen, swallowing the fight until it twists into another desperate sound she can’t hide.
I wrench her back against the wall, grinding into her, teeth scraping down her throat.
“Say it again,” I growl, dragging my tongue over the mark I’ve left, “tell me I’m pathetic. ”
“You are,” she hisses, even as her nails dig into my shoulders.
I slam her wrists over her head, pinning her harder, my cock pressing hot and thick against her ruined thighs. “And you’re mine.”
Her chest heaves, her eyes blaze, and I see it—the fury, the shame, the need. She hates me. God, she hates me. But her body arches like she’s starving, like she’s one more touch from shattering again.
I slam my hips into hers, grinding slowly, deliberately, making her whimper. “Keep your mouth running, Brooklyn,” I rasp against her lips, “because every word you spit at me just makes me want to fuck you until you can’t speak at all.”
Her breath hitches, her eyes flash—and then she spits in my face.
The world goes white-hot. My smile spreads, feral, as I drag my thumb over the slick on my cheek and shove it between her lips. “Good girl,” I whisper, voice low, shaking with hunger. “You just signed your own death sentence.”
Her muffled cry wraps around my skin, and I know she feels it too—that this isn’t over, that I’m not stopping, that I’ll tear the entire world apart before I let her walk away from me.
Explosive, inevitable.
The beginning of the end.
Her spit still slicks my cheek when I slam her back into the wall again, harder, the frame rattling like it might split. My hand clamps over her throat, pinning her there as I grind against her trembling body.
“You think you can humiliate me?” My voice is gravel, guttural, shaking with the feral thrill tearing through me. “You think I’m the one who should be ashamed? Look at you—panting, shaking, dripping—for the man you swore you didn’t want.”
Her nails rake my arm, trying to pry me off, but all it does is stoke the fire.
I squeeze tighter, watching her eyes go wide, lips parting for a desperate gasp I don’t give her.
Then I lean in, dragging my tongue over her spit still shining on my cheek before crashing my mouth to hers, swallowing her fight, her fury, her fucking soul.
She moans—angry, broken—and I drop my hand from her throat to her hips, lifting her like she weighs nothing. Her legs fly around my waist, and I slam her down onto my cock, no warning, no mercy.
She screams into my mouth, a sound that tears me in half, and I bite it down, grinding her deeper, harder, until she’s clawing at me like she doesn’t know if she wants me to stop or keep going until I kill her.
“That’s it,” I snarl, teeth snapping against her ear, “give me your rage, princess. Hate me while you fucking take it.”
She’s cursing, sobbing, gasping, and every filthy word makes me pound into her harder, faster, until the sound of our bodies slamming together drowns out thought. She’s trembling, unravelling, and I feel her breaking—right there, right under me.
“Say it,” I demand, rutting into her like an animal, “say you hate me.”
“I—fucking—hate you!” she chokes out, clawing my back raw.
“Good,” I growl, biting her shoulder until I taste blood. “Hate me while I ruin you.”
And then I break her—completely, brutally, until she’s screaming my name, until her hate collapses into sobs that make my cock throb with savage triumph. I don’t stop, not until she’s limp against me, not until her nails are nothing but streaks of fire across my skin.
When I finally still, chest heaving, I drag her face up to mine, forcing her glassy eyes to meet mine. My wicked, feral smile was ripped from the devil’s face.
“You’ll never get rid of me, Brooklyn. Not in this life. Not in the next.”