“You’ll be begging for my dick soon enough, ti dezod.” Pivoting, I rush her.
An “oof” erupts from my chest as her small but hard foot connects with my solar plexus. My arms windmill as the force of the kick propels me back into the bed so hard the metal feet screech as my body connects, sending it across the room several feet.
“Gotdamn.” I finally settle half on and off the side of the bed, looking at her with dismay and no small amount of surprise.
“Aine, no little kid, you can take advantage of, hoe.” Slipping into the southern drawl we’ve acquired, she raises her hands, positioning them to match her combative stance.
“I taught you, remember?” Nodding, I stand, assessing her for any tells. Pride licks through me despite the intense anger I feel toward her at the moment.
“Ozymandias taught me more.” The devilish smile that spreads across her face makes jealousy spiral through me like acid.
Circling her, I stalk her every movement. I know Oz is as much of a killer as I am. If he taught her, she’s more than capable. Still, I outweigh her and have years of experience fighting in and out of a ring with motherfuckers who were dead set on trying to kill me.
“C’mon, then show me what he taught you other than how to take dick.” I taunt, forcing her to make swifter and swifter turns to keep pace with me.
“Jealous?” she giggles like she delights in my obvious fury.
“Nah. He’ll be dead soon enough. Just like that little motherfucker sitting watch beneath your shop.” I watch horror spill through her gaze, followed by unmitigated anguish, which compounds when I laugh.
A scream erupts from her just as she hurls herself at me, just as I anticipated telling her the lie. Nails claw into the stubble on the side of my face, then rake down my neck. Fire burns in the wake of her nails digging and dragging into my flesh.
Her other hand chops on the other side of my face. Luckily, my height is nearly twice hers, so with a quick reflective action on my part, she misses the stunning blow she attempts at my ear.
Grabbing her arm, I twist her away from me, securing her other arm in the process. Anchoring her feet above my knee, she rears back, attempting to slam her head against. I release her just in time, shoving her with the flat of my hand on her back so that she goes flying across the room. The momentum has her careening in such a way I think for a moment she’s going to eat it against the wall.
Somehow — obviously taught by her new lover — she manages to stay on her feet. Pivoting, she faces me.
“You’ve got to do better than that, pendejo.” I have to admit, the cocky smile makes her look even more the curvy little menace that she is.
“I want to see how hard you smile after you come on my dick, querida.” My voice dips, watching the way her body heaves from the effort she’s put in defying me.
“And I can’t wait to shut you fuck up by stuffing your mouth full of me.” Watching the reaction my taunts have on her expression, I watch her shift closer to the chair.
I don’t move, already anticipating her next move. I shift away, making her think I’m about to rush her again. She should know better, but she panics from not taking me out with that last move of hers. In her mind, this going on too long, and it has her misjudging her odds.
She lunges, swinging the chair in a wide arc, aiming for my head. Any sympathy I have for her vanishes, knowing as well as she does she could kill me if it hits its mark.
Snatching the chair, I flip it, driving it hard against her until she’s trapped between it and the hidden door.
Impassively, I watch her exhaust herself, struggling against the jail she’s created for herself. She tries to slump and slip through the bottom, but the legs dig into her tits. Wincing, she wiggles, doing her best to find freedom.
Her panicked gaze meets mine. I smile slow and menacing shaking my head at her futile antics.
Tossing her head back and forth trying her damnedest the wriggle free, she makes little prickles of sweat break out on her forehead.
“Stop before you hurt yourself.” I grit out, not liking the way she’s struggling for some unnameable reason.
“Fuck. You. Bitch.” She grunts, still struggling like a bunny caught in a trap.
“I never figured you to be so simple, ti dezod.” I growl, my ire rising with every twist. She doesn’t stop. The fabric of the sheet is caught between the secret door and the chair pressing into her curves.
It starts to slip, but her arms are pinned, keeping her from stopping the slow descent of the material sliding to the floor.
I can’t tear my gaze from each curve as they are revealed in the slow, torturous slide down her body.
Thick umber curves emerge. Diamond-hard nipples poke out, beckoning me to suck them.
Her waist nips in a deep classic hourglass just enough to accentuate the soft roundness of her belly. Just below is a luscious thatch of dense curls covering the mound of her pussy. My gaze drills in on the sight — curls drenched with her cream.
