“I saw you with them.” While I spoke, I could still feel him in my mouth, feel every pulse of his massive size. Wetness seeped from me, need crashing through every nerve, spinning my head. Which only pissed me off. I was supposed to be in control.
“You have a family—a son,” I sneered, anger climbing into my bones. “So why do you care what happens to me or come all this way to find me? I don’t take anyone’s seconds.”
“Coming from the girl whose mouth is wrapped around my cock right now.” His hand dug into the back of my head, yanking it back roughly, spiking pain and pleasure, his other hand squeezing around my throat.
“I’m not doing a thing,” I taunted, using the excuse he used on me while I sucked him harder, a guttural noise coming up his throat. “I’m just standing here.”
“Really?” His fingers dug into my throat. He thrust his hips forward with a grunt, his ghost fingers pushing my head down crudely, forcing more of his massive size down my throat. Even in my mind, I could feel myself choke, my eyes watering, not able to take it all. I cut the link, fury wrinkling my nose.
A malicious smirk hinted on his mouth, knowing he won. “You can’t have my dick down your throat and take the morally superior ground. It’s not a good look for you. I know you, Kovacs, you are twisted and fucked up; stop pretending to be a good girl. We both know you’re not.”
“Fuck you,” I growled, wiggling against his hold.
“You wouldn’t recover from it.”
“Get the hell off me.” I shoved at his chest, not moving him an inch.
“Be honest. Me having a family wouldn’t stop you from fucking me right now.”
The admittance of who they were slashed across me like a knife.
He has a child. A woman he loves? Gods, Brex, what are you doing?
Recalling the fight at the train station, using his energy, I slammed my palms into his chest. With the sensation of him gliding through, licking at my nerves and pumping my muscles with adrenaline, I turned it back on him. His body stumbled back, colliding with a wall.
Not hesitating, I darted for the door, my hand touching the metal knob.
A strangled cry rose from my throat, his arms sweeping around my waist, my body flung back, crashing onto the mattress.
“Fucking hell!” Warwick climbed over me, pinning my arms to the bed, the small bed groaning under our weight. “You are the most infuriating person I’ve ever met.”
“Back at you!” I thrashed against his hold as he was forced to put more of his weight on me. “Get off me!”
“Stop moving.” He groaned, pressing me down harder. “Like I’m not already hard enough.”
“Good! Hope it breaks off.” I continued to squirm and fight him, the weight of him heaving my chest, his erection rubbing against me, driving my teeth into my bottom lip. “Probably the only thing your mate actually likes about you.”
“You want to hear about how I make mymatescream?” He stressed the word, making me flinch as if I had been lashed. It was torture, pain, but I also couldn’t hide the fact it seemed to turn me on.What the hell is wrong with me?“Want to know how hard and good I fuck her?” He ground into me, my lashes fluttering, my cheeks flushing with need. His hands were locked on my wrists, but I also could feel fingers trail down my throat, brushing over my nipples. Teeth nipped at my inner thigh, a tongue dragging up, stopping right at my folds.
A groan stuck in my throat, my hips widening without my permission.
Aching.
Desperate.
“How feral she gets when I lick her pussy?” The sensation of his tongue sliding through me rolled my eyes back, making me feel every bit the wild animal he was describing.
“How her pussy clenches around my dick, her body twitching, screaming like a banshee as she comes...”
Against my will, my mouth parted, my lungs dragging in air.
“You want that, Kovacs?”
Fuck yes.
“No.” I snarled. “You might have no morals or care about your family, but I respect myself more than that.”
“You’re a fucking liar.” He snorted, his hips moving as he dragged over me. It was as if I could feel him bare, his cock sliding through me. My back arched, responding with painful desire as I pushed up to meet him, showing what a pathetic hypocrite I was. “You don’t give a shit about morals; you are as dark and depraved as me. You just haven’t admitted it to yourself yet.”
