I crush my mouth to hers. The moan that barrels up my throat the second I taste her is real and unfiltered.
It’s not a kiss.This is…a punishment. That’s all. An answer to her challenge.
A fight of dominance and will.
I kiss her with rough, demanding force, biting down on her lower lip just enough to make her gasp.
For a few seconds, Trinity struggles, until a broken, enraged noise rips from her throat. In a heartbeat, she abruptly changes tracks and kisses me back with equal fury.
We engage in a battle of teeth and tongues and willpower.
I smell like sweat and danger, and she tastes like rage.
This break in protocol is sloppy. Stupid, even.
So why do I crave this so much?
I slide one hand up her neck to tangle in her hair. With eager fingers, I yank her head to one side, granting myself better access to her open mouth.
My other hand snakes around her waist, and my thumb digs into her hip bone while I pull her flush against me and grind my cock against her once.
I’m harder than a steel plate, which serves as a stark, physical reminder of what I could do to her. Of what we could do together, all alone in a safe house not that far from here.
Trinity’s hands remain tucked between our chests. She could be fighting me, shoving me off, smacking my face.
Instead, her fingers clutch the fabric of my shirt, tugging me closer.
She clings to me like I’m the only thing saving her from falling.
Her small act of submission tells me I’m not alone in needing this. I’m not the only one sliding down a slippery slope.
Knowing she’s also a slave to this insane crackling energy only revs my system even more.
She arches against me, pushing her breasts into my chest. I cup her ass with one hand and haul her up closer, slotting myself between her thighs and swallowing her moans with relish.
The fight in her dissipates, replaced by heat and need and reckless abandon.
I amthis closeto losing the upper hand.
One by one, my inner restraints snap open. If I don’t find a way to regain control of this moment, I might tumble into the void of lust and desire, never to recover.
She has some kind of hold on me that I need to break from before it’s too late.
With the abysmal amount of self-control I have left, I tear my mouth from hers and point to the passenger-side door.
“Get in the car.” The anger in my voice surprises even me.
Trinity teeters on weak legs, catching herself on the door handle.
For a moment, she stares, frozen and wide-eyed. I etch her hazy, lust-filled expression into my memory. Lips swollen and cheeks flushed, chest heaving for air under distant starlight, her limbs tremble like the final sparks have yet to die out…
As the seconds tick away, we simply stare at each other.
I didn’t win this fight, and neither did she.
This showdown ended in a draw.
Irritated, I break eye contact, shove her into the car, and slam the door shut.
