Chapter 4 #2
Lannister cocks an eyebrow. “Are you done yet, Duchess? So far, we’re the only ones who have contributed anything meaningful to this conversation and effort. All you’ve provided is useless commentary.”
Maybe I was definitely hallucinating during the fire, because this version of Hunter Lannister is cold as ice, nothing like the man I thought I saw that night. I should have known better. A wolf in sheep’s clothing is still a wolf.
“Whatever,” I murmur dismissively while standing up. “My apologies for being laid up in the hospital and nearly dying. I’ll be sure to be more productive for the team from now on.”
This time, I’m faster than Rylan, already heading toward the door before he can stop me.
Tai offers to give me a ride home after school. Originally, I had offered to hang out with Soph, but apparently their dad is back in town and breathing down their necks.
I’m a little heartbroken to miss out on Mary’s snacks, but from everything I know about Rylan and Lannister’s fathers, I can’t say I'm surprised that Tai’s is no different.
“Where are we going?” I ask him when I notice he misses the turn into my street.
“We could both use a break,” he says simply, hands tapping away on the steering wheel in beat with the song blasting through the speakers. “I’m not ready to go home yet.”
I immediately clue in on his mysterious route, my suspicions confirmed when the beach comes into view. Tai pulls into the parking lot, killing the engine before stretching and letting out a groan. “This is exhausting.”
Amused, I snort, patting his leg sympathetically. “You get used to it. Toughen up, princess.”
Tai glances over at me. “Princess is still above duchess,” he grins jokingly before letting out a yelp as I punch his arm. “Gentle, Bexley! I’m not like Rylan. I’m a delicate flower, you know.”
“You’re a rose bush full of thorns,” I remark. “Nothing delicate about you, Beckett.”
He smirks dangerously, dropping the act. “You know—I think you’re right.”
I raise an eyebrow at his hand coming toward me.
I don’t stop him, interested to see where this is heading.
He runs it up the inside of my leg, purposely dodging the bandages.
When it starts to disappear under my skirt, I snap my thighs shut, clamping his hand between them.
“And just what do you think you’re doing? ”
“Open your legs, Spencer,” he orders in a deep, gravelly voice.
“No.”
“Open. Your. Fucking. Legs.”
His fingers curl and dig into my skin before he surprises me with a strong yank, prying my thighs apart.
Well, shit. I didn’t know Tai Beckett had this side in him. I can’t say I hate it.
The push and pull of a power struggle, the battle for dominance… It always awakens something in me. I think that’s why the chemistry between me and Rylan is off the charts.
When Tai and I had sex, it was the polar opposite—intense, raw, sensual.
Exactly what I needed at that moment in time.
But now? I crave the power struggle. I think as much as I always want to win, there’s also a part of me that wants to know what it’s like to lose.
I want someone else to be in control for a moment, to give my mind and body a rest and just allow myself to fall into uncomplicated bliss without having to analyze everything.
I’ll still make them damn well work for it, though.
I grab his wrist firmly as his fingers brush the outside of my underwear. “I’m not sure luck is on your side,” I tell him, referring to our earlier conversation in History.
Tai’s eyes darken, lips twisting into a cocky smirk. “I make my own luck, Bex.”
Our hands literally shake as we grapple, battling our strength. Tai quickly overpowers me and I bite my lip to hold back a gasp when he grabs my underwear, ripping them clean from my body.
Fucking hell. This version of Tai Beckett is hazardous to my health.
His hand suddenly wraps around my neck as he pushes my head back into the leather seat. Leaning forward, his lips hover over mine, our eyes locked. “The things I was going to do to you that night,” he murmurs huskily. “I wanted to rip that fucking red dress off your body and bury myself in you.”
He grazes my slit with his finger and I have to fight to stop myself from reacting. “Your sister bought me that dress. She’ll kill you if you ruin it.”
“I’d buy you another. And another. Depends on how long it takes for me to ruin you in it.”
I can’t stop my eyes from fluttering closed as his finger pushes inside my body, back arching off the seat to chase more.
I’m aware that I’m pressing harder into the hand on my throat too, making questionable decisions regarding my ability to breathe after what just happened.
Ah, well. At this point, I no longer care about anything except the man pumping his finger in and out of my cunt.
To my disappointment, he pulls back the hand on my neck, and I go rigid, preparing for another physical power exchange. But surprisingly, he reaches into his pocket, extracting his phone.
When I raise a curious eyebrow, Tai just smirks, tapping the screen.
His finger never slows, still fucking me. I’m ready to give him a verbal smackdown about his manners, because frankly, a lady’s orgasm deserves full attention, when I realize that the phone is suspiciously angled towards my parted thighs.
“Are you filming this?” I manage to ask as he slides a second finger in.
Tai’s eyes flick back up to my face. “Just a little present for Ry. What type of friend would I be if I didn’t show him this beautiful wet cunt?”
I’m stunned by his admission. The rational part of me wants to scold him. But the other part? I’m fairly certain I’m on the verge of drenching his hand and seat at the idea of Rylan getting a video of me coming for his best friend.
Tai seems to know where my thoughts are at, lips suddenly slamming into mine. In my peripheral vision, I see him point the camera directly at us, and it spurs me on, tongue seeking his out as my hands claw his face.
“I want you to show Rylan what he’s missing,” Tai murmurs against my lips. “All over my fucking hand. Come for the camera, pretty girl.”
My body trembles as his thumb starts circling my clit, the sound of Tai’s skilled fingers driving in and out of my pussy easily loud enough for the audio to pick up. He buries his face into my neck, biting and sucking the delicate skin as I arch into him.
There’s nothing I can do to stop the climax that Tai rips out of me, his name spilling from my lips with a loud cry.
Slowly, he retracts his hand, camera still pointing at us. His thumb hooks my bottom lip, forcing my mouth open. He drags the pad of his thumb down the center of my tongue before slamming his lips to mine.
I’m not sure if it’s the taste of me or the fact he’s making me taste myself, but Tai carelessly drops the phone with a thud, device quickly forgotten as he hastily reaches for the seat lever and flings us backwards.
Pretty sure Rylan will receive a lengthy video of the floor mats, but the audio of me screaming Tai’s name again is loud and clear.