“Jesus, you’re dirty.”
“Like you.”
I spin her around and press her into the door, licking along her scars, feeling their texture. As always, she shudders and shakes, but she’s beautiful, and these scars are a part of her. If she’d let me, they’d only be her past. I reach her ass and yank it back, biting and nibbling and squeezing. My hand slides between her cheeks, and I ring her wet opening before I slide my finger back to her asshole.
She squirms, and I give her ass a hard smack. “Mine. You’re here, and this is mine tonight. All of it. Whatever I want, however I want it, it’s mine. If you run, I’ll chase you and take it anyway. You know I will.”
She trembles, so fucking wet it’s practically spilling out of her.
I split her cheeks and ring her virgin asshole, sliding adifferent finger into her pussy. “Oh god,” she groans. “Fuck, Rowan.”
“So fucking hot. So fucking tight.”
I lick her ass, swirling around the muscles and shoving my tongue in, getting her nice and wet there. She rocks into my finger, whimpering and rolling her hips, frustrated that I’m only giving her one finger and nothing on her clit.
I pull back and spin her around, pushing the finger that played with her ass back in it as I kiss her bare pussy. My cock twitches painfully, and I look up. With my eyes on hers, I tongue her clit. My finger pushes deeper into her ass, pumping in and out, and I cover her with my mouth. I suck on her clit and drag my tongue up her dripping cunt.
Pushing up her thighs, I put both on my shoulders, forcing her to grab onto the door handle and lean hard into the wood for support. I bury my face deeper, shoving my tongue into her as my finger goes in knuckle deep.
“Please,” she begs, her body shaking and her breath shallow.
Just as she reaches her orgasm, I pull back and blow cool air on her pulsing clit. She whimpers and writhes, jutting her hips as if she’s seeking my mouth.
“Shh,” I admonish. “Only good girls get to come.”
“Oh god. Fuck you!” She smacks the top of my head, grips my hair, and tries to push my face back into her.
I chuckle, nibbling on her pussy lips and blowing more cool air on her overheated flesh. Even my finger in her ass is still, and it’s driving her crazy. Like what she’s doing to me.
I hold her hips firmly with my other hand, then slowly play with her clit again, kissing it gently, licking it lightly.
“Fuck,” she hisses. “Rowan, I can’t take it.”
“You can take it. You will take it.”
“You’re punishing me.”
I glance up, glaring at her. “Damn fucking right I’m punishing you, Ella.”
She stills, her eyes going wide and her lips parting. She pulls her legs from my shoulders, plants her feet back on the ground, and my finger slips out of her ass.
She trembles and covers her tits with her arms as if that’ll help anything. “You knew?”
“Of course I fucking knew.” And I can’t hide it anymore. I can’t keep playing cat and mouse or whatever fucked-up, twisted version of it this is. I can’t keep pretending or lying. I have to push her because if I don’t, if I don’t test her and see if she’ll meet me on the other side, she’ll never be mine.
Her bottom lip quivers, and her eyes glass over. “How long?”
“I suspected almost immediately, but then I found the earring.”
“The night you were in my room. You’ve known all this time?”
“I’ve known all this time.” I grab her hips and bury my face back in her pussy.
“Rowan, no.” She tries to push my head away as the first of her tears hits her cheek and rolls down her face to her chin before it plummets and lands on my cheek. I swipe it with my finger and tuck it in my mouth, tasting her salt and agony.
“Shut up, Marcella,” I growl. “Don’t tell me no. Is that even your real name?”
“Yes,” she cries. “Please. Oh god. You have to stop.”
