“Nora, you know that’s not what I meant. I’m trying to be considerate here. I don’t want your first time to be painful like that. Do you know how much restraint it took me to pull myself together?”
She shoved her hands hard against my chest. I watched her reach her hand up to hit me, and I grabbed her wrist before she could make contact. She growled, pushing against my arm, trying to still hit me. I stepped into her space, forcing her against the wall, pinning her arms above her.
“Let go!” she growled, still trying to hit me. I could feel her pushing against my hands, trying to get free.
“I’m not letting go until you calm down.”
I stared at her, realizing she was still humming with power. It was like electricity was bouncing between us. Her hands felt warm, and I could see how tense she was still.
“You do this on purpose!” she snapped. “You rejected me and told me it was all one-sided, and yet you slid your hand up my dress at the bar! That wasn’t fake, Kaleb. I’m not stupid.Kisses, I understand, but trying to get in my pants isn’t the same.”
Her hand slid free, connecting against my chest. “You make this so complicated! Is this all a joke to you? Do you enjoy playing with my feelings?”
“Of course not!” I said, trying to grab her wrist, but she was quicker.
“Then why are you doing it!”
“I’m not trying too!” I snapped back.
She shoved her hand against my chest. Her fist pounded over the same spot several times, her other hand trying to break free from my hold. I finally caught her wrist and pulled it back up. I stepped against her, pinning her tightly against the wall. The wall shook, and I heard something shatter next to us.
“Let go!” she yelled, practically screaming at me now.
“Not until you calm down.”
“Let go, Kaleb. I swear to god I will kick your ass.”
“I would like to see you try,” I said, trying to hold back a smirk.
“Was it all fake?” she asked, her face falling. “Was any of it real?”
I thought of everything. All the times I knew better but couldn’t stop myself. All the times she laughed, and it twisted me up inside. Each kiss we shared, I knew was wrong, but I moved for more. Even when I touched her, I knew better. I should have controlled myself, but I hadn’t. I was the only one who kept saying it was fake, but it wasn’t. It was all real.
“No, it wasn’t all fake.”
She kissed me. Her lips crashed against mine in a frantic lock, and I found myself giving in. I let go of her wrist and grabbed her hips, pulling her up. She wrapped her legs around my middle as I held her against the wall. I moved my hands down, cupping her ass as I ground against her. I could feel my cock getting hard at the contact, wanting to just slam into her like I wanted to at the bar.
“Oh god,” she moaned as I tightened my hold on her ass. Her perfectly formed ass that I would love nothing more than to slap for being a brat. I watched to see my hand leave a mark on her skin and listen to what sounds came out.
I pulled us off the wall and walked us down the hallway. Her legs held tightly and I kissed her roughly, listening to her moan pitch higher. We slammed into the doorframe, where she panted for air. I stared into her eyes, seeing nothing but want in them. There was no worry, no confusion, no anger anymore.
I turned into my room, carrying her to the bed. She dropped her legs, and I grabbed her hands, turning her. I bent her over the bed and grabbed her dress, hiking it up. I took in her perfectly formed ass and her white cotton panties. I took in the way her back arched and her hair fell over her shoulder.
I slapped her ass hard, and she yelped, fumbling against the sheet. But I saw the way her toes curled, the way her fingers tightened on the sheets. She enjoyed what I just did. She looked over her shoulder, her hair falling with it. “That hurt,” she whispered through flushed cheeks.
“You deserved it. You want to find out what you can and can’t handle, fine.” I slapped her ass again, watching her bite her lower lip. I watched my hand leave her ass red. But she squeezed her thighs together, telling me just how much she liked it. I slidmy hand between her legs, finding her still soaking wet. She moaned softly as I slid a finger into her, finding her tight.
“And for the record, this is hot. You being soaking wet for me is a huge turn-on. Not the opposite. Don’t apologize for your body doing what I want it to.”
She swallowed, her lips parted slightly. I liked this look on her, this lost and want mixture. She didn’t seem to know what to do or how to argue back.
I reached a hand up, grabbing her hair, tugging it just slightly. I leaned closer, pressing a kiss to her neck. “Do you enjoy being a brat, Nora?”
I slapped her ass again, watching my hand print form.
“I’m not a brat,” she snapped back.
I laughed. “You are the definition of a brat. Instead of just talking to me, you stormed off. You locked yourself in the bathroom and snuck out the window. Does that sound like something a normal person would do?”
