“Look at you, so needy and helpless. It’s pathetic—you hate me, and yet you’re about to come on my thigh when I haven’t even touched that pretty clit of yours.”
Our grip around each other’s neck loosens incrementally, and slowly, my head drops against his chest, and my eyes fall closed. There’s no fight in me to stop him from moving my hips, and without my restraint, he rolls my hips even faster until my hiccupping breaths stop, and nothing comes in or out anymore.
Kohen lets my throat go before my lights go out, and I gasp for breath as strength returns to my body. My hold on his shirt is the only thing keeping me upright as my lungs fight a battle between moaning and getting more oxygen.
“Fucking hell, Blaze. Are you trying to die?” he growls under his breath and yanks my head back with a fist in my hair.
“A murder charge would look good on you,” I sputter between strangled gasps, staring up into his disgustingly beautiful eyes.
I wish I could say I was only disappointed that he stopped, and there wouldn’t be big purple bruises around my neck for me to stock as evidence. Instead, the bar must be somewhere in hell, because my heart goes gooey knowing he let go before he could do any damage. It’s crying a pathetic tune under a misguided perception that Kohen might care for me.
He pulls my hair harder. “You think you can get away that easily? Haven’t you figured out there’s no separating us?”
Huh?“You’re delusional.”
“Is that why you’ve soaked through my jeans?” He makes a sound between a huff and a snarl—whatever it is, it does things to me. “Fuck, you’re a dirty little whore.”
Feminism? Out the window.
My hips buckle on their own. “Fuck you.”
“I’d be careful if I were you. I’m this close to fucking you into the wall.” He palms my ass. “Think I could fuck the brat out of you then, Thief?”
He releases my ass for a moment to flick my nipple, and out of pure reflex, I slap him. He has my arm above my head in the next heartbeat, and it kills me that my eyelids flutter. It shouldn’t turn me on how easily he overpowers me. I guess I’m a simple-minded girl who wants a strong man; none of his other qualities matter. The fact he ruined my life? Nope, my pussy doesn’t give a shit about any of that.
I grin. “Others have tried and failed.”
I know my answer would only piss him off more because what person wants to hear about the other’s sexual escapades when condensation coats the windows from their heated encounter.
Kohen’s lips peel back, and each one of his movements becomes painful, from the pull of my hair to the grip on my ass, to the coarse fabric of his jeans. “Only I get to make you come. OnlyIget to feel your thighs around me. You burn for me.Onlyme.”
His fingers drift past my ass to skate over the entrance to my pussy, and I bear down on his leg, riding his thigh becausefuck him.
Kohen isn’t the winner here;I am. I’m the one usinghim. I’m the one who gets to come at the end of this, for once.
I let my hips loosen, let him move me faster than I’d be able to move myself as I claw and hit him like I’m the brat he knows me to be. I let myself moan without restraint, and I look him in the eyes as I do it. Helen of Troy had the right idea, because this is how she sank a thousand ships.
He’s not in control. I am. He thinks he’s broken my spirit, takenfrom me when I didn’t want to give. This isn’t humiliation. This is liberation. He wants the fight, and I want the feeling of ecstasy.I’mthe one who wins this war. I don’t need an army to take him down when he has holes in his armor.
So when I come, there aren't just fireworks and overfilled champagne. The earth rumbles, the ground opens up, hellfire tears through the sky, and I throw my head back to scream his name.
Not his.
His.
Kiervan’s.
Checkmate, asshole.
I’m going to fucking kill her right after I kill my brother.
Kiervan.
Kiervan?
She humped my leg like a dog in heat, she kissed my lips, she soaked throughmyclothes, and Kiervan gets the fucking credit? He isn’t even here, and he’s in the spotlight.
I release the band around my wrist, and the sting that follows the snap isn’t nearly as calming as it should be. I’ve been pissed off at her before, but last night I was ready to strangle her. I couldn’t even look at her, let alone touch her.
