Rising from my seat, I grabbed her knees before she could slam them closed. “What do you think?” I asked, coming to stand between her thighs.
She picked at the paint flaking off the table.
“No.” I tipped her chin up. “Look at me.” Admiring her flush, I nudged her. “Answer my question, little death.”
A loud exhale, and all meekness evaporated from the cells making up her being. “Punish us,” she spat out, her fists balling up, her back straightening. “For things I didn’t evendo.”
“But you did.” A slow smirk expressed my satisfaction at how the nickname had snapped her out of the snare her mind sometimes would trap her in. “You were the one who hung my t-shirt in the closet this morning, were you not?”
A huff proved my suspicions.
Oh, how I loved her brattiness. She was a wild beauty I was never going to fully tame.
“Say it, Kali.” I pinned her hips down. The clench of her thighs around my hips told me what a sucker she was for a little bit of pain.
“Fine,” she sneered, scrunching up her nose and imbuing her tone with as much disgust as a person possibly could. “It was me.”
Sometimes I wondered why pulling confessions out of people scratched my itch.
But with her, it was pure allure. It sent my senses haywire and turned me into a savage, barely containing the need to fuck her tight little cunt until the feel of me was etched into each crevice of her memory and she was ruined for anyone else.
“You also woreonlyblack today despite having other clothing, did you not?” My knuckles skated down her pelvis, nearing her pussy, so close and yet too far for the friction she craved so strongly, her lips parted.
When I remained rooted in place, she lifted her chin, as defiant as the day I’d met her, and reached between her legs.
I snatched her wrist. “No.” Planting her hand on the table, I crushed it with my weight, dreaming of being able to consume her whimper. “You do not deserve to get yourself off.”
“Why not? If you won’t do it, then I will.” Her free hand dipped between her legs?—
“Kali.” I ripped her limb away. “Do that again, and I will make you come for so long you will plead with me to stop.”
She shoved at my chest. “That’s still better than no orgasms.”
“Are you sure?” My t-shirt bunched up as her palm dragged down between my pectorals. “And you still have not answered my second question.” I caught her hand, sealing it above my heart. “But it’s okay. You can admit your two faults together with the third.” The heat from her skin seeped into me. “You knew that Zion had tampered with my things before we left, yet kept the information to yourself. Did you not?”
“I—” Her frown sharpened her already angular features, but with a puff of air carrying all her fury, she nodded her confession.
As a reward, I released her wrist from its confines on the table and slid my thumb between her folds. But that was all she was going to get.
My finger hovered right above her clit, the absence of rubbing a lesson in itself. “Do you think I should spare you for your crimes?” I tapped the bundle of nerves, eliciting a gasp. “That they are not worthy of a punishment?”
Withdrawing, I licked the pad of my digit, and tangy sweetness flooded my taste buds. Not a single person I had fucked before had turned me into an addict, not like this, with her juices exploding on my tongue or Zion’s cum flowing down my throat.
Her fists balled at her sides. “I hate you.”
“Hate me all you want, but it does not change the simple fact that you aremine.” I hauled her off the table, catching her waist as she slipped on the shreds of clothing flooding the floor. “And that includes whether you are allowed to come.”
Her face pinkened as she glowered at me—a tall goddess of ire and death. How I had convinced fortune to share her luck with me, I had not a hunch.
I had a boiling beauty standing beside me and an unsuspecting-of-his-punishment demon preparing my instruments.
Unashamed of her nudity, Kali crossed her arms. “Asshole.”
“Is that what you are asking me to fill?”
“That’s not wha?—”
A rattling reverberated in the small house.
