“I fucking hate you so much,” she groans. I ignore the words. It’s her voice that I listen to now. The voice I’ve missed so much. I need it to cool the bright flame of fury that might just have me doing things I’ll regret later. I want to tear away her resistance and force myself into her until the imprint of my body marks her as mine forever. It would leave me no better than the animal who had his hands on her earlier.
“Show me how much you hate me, then,” I whisper. I slide a hand through her hair, grabbing a handful of it to pull her face to mine. The kiss is blistering, and this time she doesn’t fight me. Even slides a hand behind my neck to pull me back when I come up for air.
Her fist around my shaft tightens almost painfully, though I’m throbbing so hard, the sensations are difficult to distinguish. I shove a knee between her thighs, spreading them wide so I can thrust my fingers into her.
“Oh…God!” she chokes out. And I’m suddenly remembering this is how she demands it. I push her back roughly, and she stumbles but lets me move her. When she takes another stumbling step back, I lift her up, hooking an elbow beneath one knee. She raises the other up over my hip, grinding against me as I stride through into the living area.
I stop as we bump into one of the wide sofas and I drop her ungracefully over the side of it, keeping her hips hiked high as she sags onto the cushions. Hooking my arms further behind her knees, I lift her legs abruptly, her ankles almost over my shoulders. She keeps them there as I let my hands rove over her, pinching her nipples through her dress and making her squirm. The position might have blood rushing to her head, but it’s giving me a great view of her splayed open lips and glistening pink entrance.
“This pussy belongs to me; do you hear me?” I say hoarsely, grasping my shaft and running it along her gaping slit.
“Mateo!” she gasps out, her hand reaching for my wrist.
“I said do you hear me?” I repeat. The head of my cock slides along her. “You don’t get to use it as bait for fucking psychopaths!” She rotates her hips as I keep taunting her, each move spreading her wider around the spongy head.
“Oh, God… Stop…” she groans.
“You still don’t want me to touch you?” I hesitate, though I have no intention of stopping. I know she doesn’t want me to. She rolls her hips again, pushing up against me.
“Stop tormenting me, dammit!” She spreads her knees wider, framing me with her open thighs until it’s impossible to focus on anything other than the warm haven in front of me. It’s enough to make my head spin. When I thrust into her, she makes a keening sound that has my gut clenching.
“Sweet Jesus,” I groan. Her walls are like wet velvet. Spasming and clutching my pulsing flesh. I know I’m not going to last long. Know I should go slow if I want to draw it out. But instead, I grab her hips and start pounding into her like a man possessed.
“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” she babbles out, the words torn from her in sharp bursts, punctuating my movements as I thrust violently into her. It’s barely a minute before she arches her back and goes stiff. I feel that clasping within her tighten almost too firmly for me to keep moving. But I don’t stop. I can’t. I need this goddamn woman to know she’s mine. And if I have to fuck her till she feels it, I damn well will.
“Mateo! God… Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuck!” she wails, coming hard. There’s a brief moment when I see her relax and gasp for breath. But I keep pounding, my breath bursting out in low grunts each time I feel my cock ram home.
“Ohhh… Fuck!” Her body bows again. Nails rake down my forearms. I clench my jaw, feeling my balls tightening as the first flood threatens. She flops limply back against the sofa, but I’m not hitting my peak without her. I keep one hand on her hip and snake the other between us. When I pinch her clit, she shrieks, and bucks.
“Oh, fuck! Too much! Too damn much.” But she’s tossing her head and her hips are arcing up to meet me. I keep up the taunting pressure, still pumping into her like I’m demented. By the time I go off, she’s right there with me. I come so hard I see fucking stars. It’s almost agony.
“Fuck!” I roar. “Jesus…Andy!” I can feel her muscles milking me, clamping tight, even as I begin to soften. I slump over her, my face between her breasts, where her dress has gaped open, exposing them. I press my lips there, tasting salt. She’s coated in a sheen of perspiration. So am I. I close my arms around her and feel her hands link around my neck, fingers trailing into my hair.
“I’m never letting you go again,” I murmur.
Chapter 21
Andy Carter
Ishift beneath his weight, and he rises, sliding out of me as he does. There’s a warm gush between my legs and then he’s pulling me to my feet with him. Juices stream down my thighs, making my skin slick.
For a second, I feel giddy as the blood drains from my head. I’d almost been hanging upside down. But what a freaking rush. Though I’m not sure if it was the position or the rest of the sensations that made it so intense.
Or the feelings in my heart.
He came to save me.
And I missed my chance at vengeance.
Now I don’t know how to feel.
“Are you alright?” His features cloud with concern as he looks into my face and then gathers me against him. I want to moan against his chest.
I’m not alright.
I’m not!
I want to stay right here in his arms forever…and I can’t.
