But the moment he pins me with his dark,darkeyes and my hand finds his skin, something feral in me takes over. That same coldness spreads through me, but this time the murderous delight is replaced with need and desire.
Fuck,Larkin shouldn’t do this to me, when no one else ever has before. I can see him hesitating, waiting for me to tell him I don’t want this, but I surprise both of us by dragging him back down to me with my arms wrapped around his shoulders and my mouth seeking his.
He gives in after just a moment of resistance, his mouth finding mine hungrily. I huff against his lips, gasping for air that he takes greedily. His hands never stop, and before long I find myself with nothing on except my bra, my skin cold on the faux-leather of his couch.
When Larkin pulls back, my eyes snap open and I search his face, expecting him to stop or to tell me to get out. My body tenses, but he just looks at me, his gaze hungry as it travels down my body, his hands trailing where he looks. “My silly girl,” he purrs. “God, you’re going to be such a fucking problem for me, aren’t you? Makes it hard to stay mad at you for what you did.”
“I didn’t do?—”
He doesn’t let me finish. Larkin drags me up by my hips to kiss me, and at some point during the act of him devouring my soul between my lips, his jeans are unbuckled and shoved to his knees. He doesn’t break away from my mouth, but he manages to shove my leg up over his back, urging me to wrap it over him while he rocks against me, his hardness grinding against my folds.
With a jolt, it hits me just how into this I am. When he thrusts two fingers into me, I can feel how wet and eager my body isfor him. My back arches against the intrusion and Larkin huffs a laugh against my lips, amusement in the sound.
“Someone’s excited,” he purrs sweetly. “Is this all for me?” His fingers crook inside me, pushing in and out, while his mouth keeps me from saying anything at all. Feeling spicy, I try to shove up against him, wanting some control, but for my trouble, I only get a hand around my throat shoving me back against the couch, and a snarl against my lips.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he breathes. “Not until I say so.”
“You’re not in control of me,” I pant back, unsure if that’s really true right now. Especially with how my hips are arching against his fingers. “I’m not—” He pulls his hand free and slaps me lightly across the face, leaving a trail of wetness as I gasp with shock.
“Thefuck?!”I squeal, once again trying to lunge upward. “Why would you?—”
Without letting me finish, Larkin shoves his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to taste myself on him.
“There you go,” he goads. “Suck my fingers clean for me, Tova. Be a good girl for me.Justme.” He rips his fingers free a second later, his other hand still on my throat, and adjusts me under hip, pulling my leg higher over his back.
He doesn’t warn me, and he doesn’t wait. Larkin sinks into me quickly, not stopping until he’s fully seated in my cunt. The burn makes me cry out. I close my eyes hard as I writhe under him, the pleasurable pain flooding me with unfamiliar feelings of satisfaction.
“Fuck!”I snarl, once more grabbing for him. This time I manage to sink my fingers into his hair, and I get my elbow under me at least momentarily as I forcibly drag him back down for another punishing bite to his lower lip.
Somehow, it ends with me tasting every inch of space between his lips. I’m desperate in my desire for him, with soft, needy sounds leaving my lips, and my body working in tandem with his while he fucks into me over and over.
Every time he ends up sinking fully into my pussy, I can’t help the soft sound that I make. His lips are rough, his teeth sharp against my tongue, and I find myself panting and writhing under him before long.
His hand leaves my throat and he grips both of my wrists, slamming them over my head as he sits up slightly. Larkin’s gaze pins mine, and his grin turns wolfish as he fucks me with long, thorough thrusts of his hips.
“Gorgeous,” he pants. “You’re gorgeous, Tova. A little fucking thief, and abrat.You’re overconfident, arrogant?—”
I surge upward, trying to get close enough to bite him in frustration, but he easily keeps me on the couch. With a laugh, he drives into me harder, hitting so deeply inside of me that I yelp and jerk, my eyes fluttering shut.
“You don’t need to get revenge because I’m stating the truth. Besides…” His free hand settles between my thighs, thumb brushing my clit. “Wouldn’t you rather come for me, silly girl?”
“Fuck you,” I pant, my eyes sliding closed.
“Yeah, we are, in case you haven’t noticed.” To drive his point home, he thrusts into me hard once more and grinds his hips against mine, as if to remind me I’m at his mercy. “But that’s not what I asked, is it? I asked if you wanted to come for me?”
When I don’t answer, his touch gets more insistent. I can’t help when I whimper, or when my body twitches and writhes under him in response to his touches.
“S-stop!” I gasp at last, feeling my release climbing up my spine. “Stop, stop, or?—”
“No,” Larkin chuckles. “I don’t think I’m going to stop. Come on, Tova.” He doubles down, his fingers teasing me until I wantto whine and writhe. “Come for me. You owe me this and a lot more. I want to see you fall apart.” He thrusts into me again and leans down with a snarl.
“I’m not going to ask you again,”Larkin sneers in my ear, and bites down hard enough that I know there’s going to be a gnarly bruise on my neck.
But somehow, that does it for me. Everything coming together causes me to nearly scream, and my body arches sharply, frozen against him while he fucks me and my composure shatters. I can feel myself aching for him, my body pleading silently as I drag him into me with my heel against his lower back. No one’s ever made me come like this, and it feels like I might never again.
Larkin laughs, though it’s a tight, strangled sound. “Good girl,” he growls in my ear. His thrusts become erratic, and he manages a few more before he sinks into me with a groan, his hand releasing mine to pull me against him with an arm around my shoulders. His other comes up to comb through my hair, and I don’t have the composure to slap him away as I ride out my release.
“Next time, though?” he nuzzles my ear, his teeth nipping at the shell of it. “You’re going to beg me for permission before you come on my cock. If I let you live that long, anyway.”
