“That’s not what I said.”
“It’s what you meant.”
Ruby’s face hardens. “You don’t get to decide what I mean.”
The fury rises fast, hers and mine, twisting together like barbed wire.
“You think,” I say, stepping closer, “that you can just walk out after this? After what we’ve been doing? After everything I’ve given you? After everything youareto me?”
Her laugh is sharp and furious. “Given me? Zane, you’ve taken over my entire life?—”
“Because you’re mine.”
“I’m not a possession!”
“You are to me.”
Chaos explodes between us in a fireball of anger, fear, hunger, insecurity, lust—all slammed together until the air singes and vibrates.
Ruby shoves my chest. I catch her wrists and she yanks free.
I hoist her up, cage her against the wall. She spikes her fingers into my hair. “Fuck you, Zane!”
“Right the fuck back at you.”
I push my furious, rigid dick into its favourite slot between her legs. Her legs immediately snap closed around my hips, caging me close.
Her grip tightens in my hair and nostrils flare as I rock against her, pushing the seam of her denim shorts right where it’s most effective.
She shudders. Her nipples push against the cotton, and I swoop down to capture one between my teeth. Or I try to at least.
Her fingers clench so tight in my hair, I think she’s tearing it from the roots. And fuck if that doesn’t make me harder. If it doesn’t make my cock drip.
“You think you deserve any part of me, after that?” she hisses.
“Fuck no. But I’m gonna take it anyway. You gonna stop me, little girl? You gonna deny me those sweet tits or that pretty pink pussy?”
“Fuck you, Zane.” Her eyes blaze, drop to my mouth.
Then she’s kissing me. It’s hard and angry and desperate.
Our mouths collide like we’re trying to destroy each other or save each other or both.
Her nails rake my shoulders as my hands slide under her thighs.
She wraps around me like fire and it’s not gentle or soft or sane. Our tongues battle as she rips at my shirt. I hear a rip and grunt in the dirty pleasure of it.
To know I spike such emotion in her is like a drug to my blood.
To know she wants me despite all my flaws is a high I know I’ll never come down from.
I drop her legs and spin her around, then press her into the wall with my body as I reach around to snap her shorts open, rolling my hips over her lush ass all the time.
“You think you can leave me, baby? Think you can do without me stuffing this tight as fuck pussy when it weeps for me? Think again.”
She jerks against me when I yank the shorts over her lush hips and down her legs. Barely give her time to kick them away before I’m nudging her legs apart as I reach beneath her crop top and flick open her bra. Her heavy breasts fall into my grateful palms and I squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, incoherent noises leaping from throat when she pushes her ass into my crotch.
“Look at you, hungry for cock even when you’re pissed off harder than a wet hen.”
