Tightening my grip around her throat, I claimed her lips once more in a brutal assault. She pushed at my shoulders as our mouths fought for control. My cut hit the floor, and Grace yanked at my shirt until it released from the waistband of my jeans.
I pressed my body against hers, pinning her against the door as I reached behind my neck to remove my shirt. Releasing her lips long enough, I tossed it over my head to join my leather cut.
Her shirt was next. She pulled it up, not waiting for me to make the decision for her. Her shirt gone, I groaned as I got aglimpse of her perfect tits in her lace-covered bra. I ripped the offending material away and drew her nipple into my mouth.
Her movements were frantic as she clawed at my back, raking her nails along my spine, eliciting a low growl from deep within my chest. I moaned, “Fuck, Grace.”
“Don’t talk,” she growled.
Her hands went to my belt, and the sound of my buckle being undone echoed in the room. She wanted this as much as I did, of that I had no doubt. She might hate me right now, but she fucking wanted me.
She had my pants undone and shoved down under my ass in mere seconds. She wrapped her soft, small fingers around my length, and my knees buckled. I pressed her harder against the door, not wanting to drop her.
“Hold on to my neck, Grace.”
I missed the feel of her hand on my dick immediately, but the loss of the warmth was worth it if it meant I could sink into her sweet pussy.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, her lips on my jawline as I pulled her pants down around her ass. They were caught between us, but I didn’t care. The only thought in my head was getting inside the woman who had been the subject of my fantasies for almost three fucking years.
“Put me inside you, Grace,” I snarled impatiently.
“Condom,” she panted.
“No.”
“Condom, King.” Her words were laced with fury.
“Fuck you, Grace.”
I grabbed my dick and lined it up at her entrance when she blurted, “I’m not on birth control.”
“Good,” I snarled, then slammed inside her.
“You asshole,” she groaned as I fucked her against the door. I anchored us with one hand flat against the wood above her head, the other hand lodged firmly on the apple of her ass cheek.
She held on rather than push me away. She could have said no. She could have shoved at my chest and told me to put her down. Instead, her arms and legs tightened around me as she held on. She’d never admit she’d submitted willingly, and when we were done, when she was filled with my cum, I knew she would cuss me out.
I couldn’t fucking wait.
“You’re mine, Grace.”
“I hate you,” she moaned as I pulled out and pushed back in. Her hips lifted and fell in time with my strokes. Her eyes were shut tight as I fucked her hot wet pussy.
“Open your fucking eyes, Grace.”
“No.”
I pushed in to the hilt and stopped.
Her eyes snapped open.
“Why did you stop?” she panted, her breathing as erratic as my own.
“I want your eyes on me when I fuck you. I want to watch your face when you come on my cock.”
She shook her head—no, and we faced off again. Both of us waited for the other to give in. When it was clear neither of us would; that we’d be willing to go without a release to be the fucking winner, I growled and spun around.
I lifted her off my dick, and she glared at me. I turned her to face the bed and slapped her ass. “Bend over,” I snarled into her ear as I kicked off my boots and removed the rest of my clothes.
