“An assassin,” he grunted, pressing her own blade against her skin, still caught in her own hand. “A thief, and now a liar.”
Rae tried to wiggle beneath him, both her wrists caught in a single one of his. He raised them above her head, knocking the knife free from her grasp. Calm rage radiated from him in waves, blistering against her skin. He’d restrained her so effortlessly, his movements a blur.
“Rae of fucking sunshine.”
She licked along her bottom lip, pulse rapid in her throat, a heavy drum that echoed between her treacherous thighs. Titus traced along her lips, eyes alight with darkened flames. The colour shifted as if alive, the edges teasing what looked to be silver, only highlighting the hauntingly beautiful, yet terrifying shade of red.
Tension vibrated between them, violence making everything heightened, his anger a caress she wanted to drown in. She thrust her hips up, seeking friction, anything to quell the sudden need that surged through her blood like a herd of wild horses.
With a growl he knocked her legs wider, settling himself between her thighs and right against the place that begged to be touched. Rae moaned, actually moaned when she felt his hard length press against her pussy, hidden beneath a layer of denim.
Jesus Christ.
“That’s the second time you’ve tried to kill me,” he said, rolling his hips against hers with a hiss.
“Third,” she forced out between clenched teeth, confused as fuck at her reaction. It was as if her body had a mind of its own, and was no longer listening to reason.
“You’re right,” he said, reaching down to pinch a nipple through the fabric of her vest.
Rae all but whimpered, her thighs unable to clench, to ease the ache that was steadily building between her legs.
Titus dropped his head, his breath hot against her ear. “Do you want my cock, Rae?” he whispered, his voice so smooth, so deliciously deep that she was sure to commit it to memory.
Rae shallowed, throat dry as she nodded.
“Words.” His lips ghosted along the column of her throat, brushing against her pulse. “Use your words.”
“I fucking hate you,” she hissed, her body betraying her.
“It’s mutual,” he growled. “Now answer the fucking question.”
She let out a sound of irritation. “Fine. Yes!”
Titus pulled back, his eyes no longer the deep burgundy, but a silver that swirled like liquid metal. She should have been scared, because it wasn’t Titus who looked back at her, not entirely. And yet the added unknown caused trembles along her needy clit.
“Yes, what?”
Rae snarled, fighting, twisting until he pinched her other nipple, the pain sharp before pleasure radiated from the small hurt.
“Yes, what?” he repeated, rocking his hips forward.
“Yes, I want your cock,” Rae cried, her thighs wet, the cheap fabric covering her embarrassingly soaked.
“Does trying to kill me turn you on?”
She was totally fucked up. “Yes.”
His grip tightened on her wrists, still pinned above her head. She tensed against the restriction, at the vulnerability of being helpless. And yet rather than fight, she moaned, her body alight in sensation. His lips caught the sound, dominating her mouth in powerful thrusts of his tongue. Devouring her from the inside out. She’d never been so turned on, her hips wiggling when he pressed his thigh harder against her clit, rubbing herself against him until she felt the familiar tightening in her stomach.
Titus pulled back, the orgasm she’d been working towards fading.
“Fuck!” she cried, trying to break her wrists free. To rub herself until she exploded.
He smirked above her. “Beg me.”
Rae took a second to understand his words, so worked up she couldn’t think straight. Her mouth dropped open, a flush creeping up her neck as anger burned. “Fuck you!”
A rough laugh, his grip finally releasing on her wrists. A second of victory, of her hand slipping down her front to dip beneath her underwear and through her wet folds, only for him to flip her, front pressed to the mattress.
