“Jesus, he tied you down again?” I asked as I set the tray at the foot of her bed. “Come here. Jesus fucking Christ, Troop.”
She laid there, still as stone, with her gaze locked to the ceiling. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought she died, were it not for the way her thick tits slowly rose and fell with her breathing. It was hard not to stare. She was an angel wrapped in a coat of thickness that called to my fingertips. But, the second I untied her appendages, she scrambled to the headboard.
Before she curled her knees as close to her chest as possible.
“You good?” I asked.
She glared at me, but didn’t speak. So, I simply pointed to the food at the opposite end of the bed.
“Eat.”
She tilted her head. “No.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re gonna need your strength, so eat.”
She scoffed. “Why? So you can fuck me, too?”
“You’re not my type.”
She held her head high with pride. “Good, because I don’t like small dicks anyway.”
Why the hell did women always go for the small dick jokes? It was trite, and overdone. And yet, it did exactly what it always did.
It pissed me off enough for my forearm to jut out and slam against her neck.
CRASH!
THUD!
“Ah!” she cried out.
I heard the food clatter to the floor as I gnashed my teeth together. “You can be smart, or you can be alive. But, you can’t be both. Got it?”
“Fuck you,” she choked out.
Before she spat a throat full of snot right into my eyes.
“Stupid bitch!” I bellowed.
I felt her scrambling. I heard the bed groaning beneath her movements. But, she underestimated me. With a swipe of my hand in midair, I felt the tendrils of her hair grace my palm. Not quite how I had imagined it, but then again, we couldn’t have everything we wanted in life. And as I yanked her off the bed, her spit dripping down my face, I slammed her back against the wall.
Before pinning her there with my knee between her quivering thighs.
“Let me go, you Beast!”
I held her throat against the wall with my bare hand as I used the other one to wipe at my eyes. “I can still feel your whore juices, little one.”
She snarled like a feral animal. “Takes one to feel o—help!”
I gripped the locks of her hair and tossed her back to the bed, watching her bounce on top of the mattress. “Maybe a good fuck will shut you up.”
My hands didn’t even get migrated to my belt buckle well enough before she thrusted her foot out, jamming her heel straight into my balls. The pain was blinding, but I’d be a fucker in hell if she’d ever see me buckle to her. My toes curled inside of my steel-toed boots. I ground my teeth together, damn near biting through my motherfucking tongue as I kept my gaze hot on her face.
And as she slowly withdrew her foot, she giggled tritely. “Heh heh. Well, isn’t that… interesting.”
I licked my lips as a growl fell from my tongue. “Come here, bitch.”
“No!” she yelped.
