“You think I wanted this, Bridget? I never wanted to fall for you either! Callum could have easily cut my throat, Malek stillcould, but it don’t hold acandleto the way you stomp all over my last goddamn nerve!” Sounds of unraveling denim and bare skin amplified the heat of her body under my palms. Her frozen fingertips and broken nails sent chills down my spine as we absentmindedly handed each other our asses while stripping the other bare. Don’t try to tell me I’m wrong for having shit for self control. The heart wants what it wants…and so does my cock…even if itdoeswant something the bigger half of me would rather shred. “But Bridget always gets her way…never punished for her consequences.”
“Fuck you, Dec.”
“Maybe that’s exactly what you need, lass.”
Her mouth tore over mine, our clothes getting kicked across dry leaves…the knife in my hand reminding me of how absolutely fucked up we are.
“You played me,” she huffed into my mouth.
“Oh, you have no idea.” I dipped my chin, sinking my teeth into the column of her neck in response to those ice-cold fingers around my cock. “Queen thinks she owned the chessboard the entire time, and here we are…even. Must really suck to have no other reason to deny it anymore, Bridge.”
I spun her around, pressing her tits to the tree and held the knife to her throat while my other hand hiked that leg up. “You don’t knowshit.”
“We’ll find out. Bend your arse over. I’m about to show you what consequencefeelslike. Time to learn some discipline, Little Doe.” I didn’t warn her. She’s had enough of that from me. It’s high time I got to play my carefully placed cards. I slithered into her from behind, taking my time and dragging it out. She hates that…but I fuckingloveit. My fingertips dug into the soft flesh of her thigh and my dick is equal parts blissfully warm…and freezing. It’s making this ten times as intense. My lassie is soaking wet. She’s really gonna hate me in a minute.
“Fuck,” she whispered, exposing her throat while a cascade of messy red hair spilled over my chest. She’s a vision. The steel of that blade against her moon-pale skin makes me want to throw in the towel and fuck the pure snark out of her…but I won’t.
“Been missin’ it, love?”
“Yes…yes.”
I pulled out all the way to the tip, and I can feel the mess of her cunt growing cold from the chill in the air. I spread it through her abandoned slit, teasing her needy disobedient pussy before the head of my cock pushed back in…
…and I stopped.
Bridget’s choppy panting got worse. She’s anticipating it.
Good.
The swell of her ass pushed back, that little snatch just screaming for what it’s lacking, and I moved…keeping it out of reach. “W-What the hell are you doing?”
My smile feels sadistic.
I slid my tongue up the side of her neck, kissing my way slowly up to her ear. “How does it feel to have something dangled in front of you, Bridget Byrne?” She tried again, only to be disappointed…again. “How does it feel to finally get what you fucking deserve? The wordno.”
She struggled against me and I anchored her against the tree, pressing the bark into the knee I had raised. “Oh, youfucking—”
“You hate it, don’t you…it’skillin’you,” I whispered, nipping her earlobe.
I can hear her teeth grinding, that pretty jaw ticking with frustration. The breathing through her nose is like a ruttingbullabout to charge. I might blow before I even get this started. Okay, I’ll give her just alittle. My hips smacked against her ass as I slammed into her, my good lass taking every inch with a yelp of undiluted fury—and then I pulled it completely out until that fury sounded like torture.
“Stoooop…please!”
That’s it…right there.
“Good girl…beg. Beg like I’ve been beggin’you, Bridge.” Her chest sputtered and I can tell how hard she’s fighting the urge to cry…like the spoiled little shit that she is.God, I love her. I’m a horrible human being. I dropped the knife to the ground, grabbing a fistful of her hair. “Look around you. Look where we are.” I forced her head down. “Look at you. All dirty. Fresh mani is fucked.” I lowered her leg, banding my arm around her and turning her to look at Vikter’s body. “Look over there. Look at all the fuckin’ mess you made, baby…all for the sake of keepin’ me in the dark.”
“I—I’m sorry…” she croaked.
“Get down on your knees…and beg me for it. Show me how sorry you are.” I released her and she lowered herself onwobbling limbs until she was on all fours. “Spread your legs wider.”
“Decl—”
“This all ends when you’ve finally had enough and feel like you’re ready to tell me the truth.Spread. Your. Legs.”
Leaves rustled as one knee slid out to the side, her other one slowly following suit…but my eyes are on that slick cunt. On this very uncomfortable need to be back inside her where I feel the most at home. I feel that sudden empathy that gets parents crying like assholes outside their kid’s room. This is fucking insanity.
“This all you got, McCann? A fuckboy temper tantrum to counter mine?” She puts on a good show…I’ll give her that. It’d be more convincing if I didn’t hear the strain of discontent in her voice. But it’s how she’s got away with this for so long. They saychildrenlearn that quicker than walking—how to work the ones that love them most.
