She writhed, but I didn’t move.
My cock was a steel rod between us as the storm raged inside me.
I needed to find some way to convince her that she’d rather fuck me than fight me.
She wriggled and struggled beneath me in wild frustration.
Kicking. Cursing. Fighting me with everything she had left in her rain-soaked, trembling body.
And it made me want to fucking explode before I could even pull my dick out.
“You think you can just dominate me?” she screamed, squirming under my grip as I continued to wrestle with her. “You think you can control me? Use your creepy hacker shit to turn me into some weak little submissive, too scared to tell you to go fuck yourself?”
Then she bucked hard—grinding her hips against me, trying to throw me off.
I snarled and held her tighter.
“I’m not yours,” she hissed, her breaths coming hard and fast. “I’m a strong, badass woman who isn’t about to fall for your egotistical bullshit. Whatever it is you do—whoever the hell you are—you don’t own me.”
She twisted her head around to glare at me, her eyes blazing with defiance.
“I’ll always make my own decisions,” she seethed. “And I’ll die before I let you take that from me.”
My jaw locked, and my pulse pounded in my cock as I pressed it against her ass.
I’d nearly lost her a few minutes ago, and that pissed me the hell off.
Andstillshe was battling me as if I were the villain in all this.
“Okay, Miss Independence,” I growled as I shifted my grip, “you can fight me all you want, but I’m going to own this ass of yours. You almost got yourself killed, AGAIN! You’re in way over your head, and you’re acting like a spoiled brat. And where I’m from, brats get their asses spanked.”
I slid an arm hard beneath her stomach and hauled her upright in one brutal motion, dragging her off the mattress, because she was nothing but mine to manhandle. Her scream tore through the room as she thrashed, but I didn’t give her an inch. Dropping onto the edge of the bed, I flung her across my lap, pinning her there with her wrists trapped in my grip, her assraised exactly where I wanted it—ready for the lesson she was about to learn.
“Let me go, you psychotic fuck!” she shouted, clawing at the sheets.
I pressed my palm against the center of her back to keep her pinned. With my other hand, I grabbed the waistband of her drenched shorts and peeled the clingy fabric down to her knees in one rough motion.
She clenched her bare ass, shrieking profanities.
“I should bend you over this bed and fuck the fight right out of you,” I hissed into her ear. “Make you sore for days. So raw, so satisfied, you wouldn’t know whether to beg me to stop—or beg me for more.”
She thrashed harder. “You’re disgusting!”
“I’ve seen the books you read, Lyla. The filthy little scenes you get yourself off on when you think no one’s watching.”
She froze.
“And I’ve seen you tease your needy little clit,” I whispered darkly, “and finger fuck yourself. I’ve seen the way your eyes flutter when you moan and come all over your own hand.”
Her breath hitched—just for a second. But it was enough for me to know I’d gotten to her.
“You fucking weirdo,” she spat. “You goddamn Peeping Tom. You probably haven’t had a woman touch you willingly in your entire pathetic life.”
I smiled.
She just didn’t get it. The more she riled me up, the more I’d make her pay.
“You’re just a spoiled rich boy with daddy issues,” she snarled. “I bet you’ve had to pay for every fuck you’ve ever—”
