The man that I had my hands on was the same boy I’d destroyed. I needed to get away from him before I destroyed what was left of his soul, so I did the only thing I could think of. I shoved Mason back, then swung my hand through the air.
The second I saw the corner of his mouth curl, I knew I’d made a mistake.
Most of mylife I’d been dreaming about this girl. How it would feel to have her struggle underneath me. The bite of her claws as I held her down, and the sweet taste of her tears got me through more nights than any drink or drug out there. None of those fantasies came close to the real thing. When Harper pressed her tiny palms against my chest, I felt her touch sink into my soul.
I wanted more. I needed to feel her curious fingers roam over every inch of my body while I soaked up her pure scent. The only thing I could think about in that moment was killing any motherfucker she’d laid her hands on. Including that little prick, Junior.
Then she slapped me.
The sweet sting searing across my cheek snapped the darkness inside me to the forefront of my mind. Her tender little pokes and prods weren’t enough to feed that beast. He wanted fear and blood, and I was more than happy to give it to him.
The corner of my mouth lifted when Harper’s big doe eyes rounded with fear.
“I thought we were having a moment, Freckles,” I tsked, then leaned in to growl, “but if you want to play rough, I’m game.”
A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye.
“Mason –”
My fist twisted in her hair, cutting her off by pulling tightly on the soft locks until she released an anguished cry that had my dick jumping. Was I a sick fuck for getting off on her misery? Probably. But I was spawned by one, so why not go with it.
“Please,” she cried out while clutching onto my arm in an attempt to relieve some of the tension I was putting on her scalp. “I’m sorry.”
The dark chuckle that vibrated from my chest echoed around the room.
“You have no idea what sorry is.” I yanked her forward, pressing her nose against mine. “But you’re about to find out.”
I felt some of her strands tear free as I lifted Harper up and slammed her down on the bed. Two seconds later I’d ripped open the front of her jumper, sending buttons flying around the room. The quiet little tinks rang through my ears, mingling with her squeal. My eyes were locked on the firm creamy mounds covered in white lace. I couldn’t stop myself from bending down and sinking my teeth into one.
Harper screamed and lashed out. Slapping my head and tugging my hair. But I was too far gone to give a shit about her useless struggle. Nothing on God’s green earth could pull me away from the delicious taste of her blood. I greedily laved at the mark and groaned as nirvana flowed across my tongue, lighting up every nerve in my body.
I’m not sure how or when my mouth slammed down on hers. All I remember was wondering how she would taste in other places, next thing I knew my lips were moving against hers. Well, my lips were moving. Harper had gone stiff, which pissed me off.
“Open your fucking mouth,” I growled, while reaching up to pry her jaw apart.
She whimpered, but gave in when my tongue wrapped around hers. Harper was tentative at first, carefully trying to mimic the movements I was making, which was hot as fuck. It was obvious that she’d never kissed anyone before and knowing that I was the only man to have his mouth on her did something to me. Something primal took over, making me grab her wrists and slam them down on the bed while I pressed in to deepen the kiss.
Fuck she tasted good. The warm buzz lingering in the back of my throat with every tiny little sound she made was more addictive than alcohol. My cock ached at the heat of her breath on my mouth. I’d happily stay there inhaling every fiber until there was nothing left. But I hated her at the same time. I wanted to watch Harper cry out in pain while I crushed her heart in my hands.
I needed to destroy her. But I couldn’t pull my mouth away from hers. Couldn’t stop tingles from traveling down my spine every time her tongue swept over mine. I tried to tell myself that it was just a kiss and wouldn’t go any further. Then I wedged my knee between her thighs.
The heat from her pussy burning through my jeans. She was turned on! I wasn’t the only twisted fuck here. Innocent little timid Harper got off on this shit. Suddenly it felt like I was wearing too many clothes.
I pulled back and tore my open shirt off, which I wouldn’t have had to do if she’d fucking listened to me.
The second I let her go, Harper scuttled back.
I tsked and grabbed her ankle.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, Freckles?” She was wearing too many clothes too. “We’re not even close to done.”
She flipped over and kicked out when I reached for her jumper. “Get away from me.”
“Not a fucking chance,” I growled and pulled her back down the mattress.
Harper flopped her body this way and that. It was kind of annoying. Squirmy little thing was hard to hold onto. Her ankle kept slipping out of my grasp. Her clothes, however… I had that shit pulled down her hips and off her legs in thirty seconds flat.
That’s when her struggle really picked up. She clambered across the bed while kicking her feet back at me, and I’d never had more fun in my life. I sprang forward, pouncing on Harper before she could get too far away. We could play a little hide ‘n’ seek another day. Right now, I had other things in mind. Like how loud she’s scream when I bit down on her clit.
