Her teeth clamp down on my tongue. Hard enough to make blood fill my mouth. I rip back with a growl, hand flying to her throat. I squeeze, watching her eyes bulge as she thrashes under me, her heels slamming the table.
“You wanna play that game?” I tighten my grip until she starts to wheeze. “Fucking try me.”
What the hell was that?
I don’t fucking kiss. Ever.
My pulse is racing, but not from the fight. From the taste of her still on my tongue. From the way her lips opened under mine like she forgot who the fuck I am. I wipe the blood from my mouth, stare at her trembling body beneath me, and fight the urge to do it again.
This isn’t about her. It can’t be.
She’s nothing. Just a mouth. A hole.
So why the fuck did I kiss her?
“P—Priest…”
Fucking hell…my name on her tongue. So fucking pathetic. Sofuckingperfect.
Something cracks in me. I don’t know what the hell it is, but I hate it. And I crave it.
“Christ, kitten…”
What the hell is wrong with me?
I slam her back into the table, pinning every inch of her beneath me. My lips find her throat. I bite down, grinding my teeth against her skin until she whimpers. I don’t know if I want to kiss her again…or tear her apart.
Maybe both.
She squirms, her thighs parting wider, inviting me closer. The heat of her pussy burns between us, the thin fabric of her underwear doing little to hide the way she throbs against me.
“You like this, don’t you?” My teeth scrape her neck, and I bite down again. “You fucking need it.”
“No, fuck you, I don’t—” The defiance in her voice shatters into a gasp as I shove my thigh harder between her legs.
“You want me to put you in your fucking place?” I lean back just enough to look her in the eyes. They’re dark and wild, pupils blown wide. “That’s why you keep pushing me. You want me to ruin you. To make you feel like a filthy little slut. You want me to hurt you.”
She’s shaking her head, but her body’s already sold her out as she grinds against me.
“You liked it when I fucked your throat, shoved a gun in your cunt. When I made you gag on my cock, tears streaming down your cheeks. You got wet. Fucking soaked while I used you.”
She doesn’t answer, just glares at me with hatred and need.
“A filthy little virgin, taking what she’s given. Grateful for every fucking second of it.”
“Shut up. I didn’t ask for?—”
Her words cut off when my grip tightens, my fingers digging into her jaw.
“Behave, kitten. And maybe—maybe—I’ll let you come. Just the way I want you to. Just the way you fucking need to.”
I slowly drag my hand down her body. My fingers hook into the band of her underwear, and her breath hitches as I yank the fabric away, exposing her cunt. Sliding a finger through her slick folds, I groan when her arousal coats my skin.
“Fuck.” I bring my fingers to her lips, brushing them against her mouth. “Taste yourself. Taste how much you fucking want this. You’re drenched.”
Shoving my fingers into her mouth, I watch as she chokes on the taste of her own need. I release her, sitting up. She’s so small, so fragile, so fucking perfect to ruin.
I pull my shirt over my head. Her eyes roam my body, lingering on the tattoos that cover my chest and arms.
