I pulled back a bit, looking at her.
Her lips smeared with blood, my blood, gasping, eyes burning.
"You're an asshole," she said, voice trembling, "you're a goddamn asshole!"
"I know," I said, then kissed her again.
She stood still, didn't bite, but didn't respond either, just stiff as a statue.
My hand slid down her spine, stopping at her waist. Slim, so slim one hand could circle it, skin hot, trembling under my touch.
"Ezio—" her voice leaked through our lips, broken, damp, "let go!"
Her struggles weakened, soft sobs turning to whimpers, until she went limp against me, something screaming in her eyes' depths. "I hate you."
"No." My hand kept going down, slipping under her panties' edge. "You want me."
"I don't."
"Liar." My fingers pressed through the thin fabric, her body jolting hard, legs nearly buckling. "You're soaked, Olivia. Dripping mess."
Her face flushed red, from neck to ears.
"Shut up!"
"Your body's more honest than your mouth." My fingers hooked the edge, tugging down slowly. "You want me, you need me, admit it, Olivia."
"You—"
"Shh." My fingers reached her dripping entrance, grazing lightly. "Let me see how bad you want it."
Her panties slid to her knees, legs clamping tight, trying to stop me. But I ignored it, pushed a finger in.
Her body tensed like a wire, head snapping back, thudding softly against the wall.
"It's sucking my finger in." I moved it slowly inside. "Clamping so tight, just like five years ago."
She stayed silent, just panting nonstop.
Fuck.
Looked like she'd been doing just fine these five years.
Anger boiled in me, hot and unrelenting, as I stared at her flushed face, her body betraying every lie her mouth spat. My cock throbbed hard against my pants, aching, but I ignored it. No way was I giving in yet. Not until she broke. I curled my finger inside her, finding that spot that made her gasp, and started thrusting—slow at first, then faster, deeper, my thumb circling her clit in rough, teasing strokes. She whimpered, hips bucking involuntarily, walls clenching around me like they never wanted to let go.
"You think you can just show up after five years and act like this doesn't affect you?" I growled low, adding a second finger, stretching her, pumping in and out with deliberate force. Her juices coated my hand, slick and warm, the wet sounds echoing off the bathroom tiles. "Look at you, dripping all over my fingers. So fucking needy."
She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan, but it slipped out anyway—a broken, desperate sound that fueled my rage. I sped up, curling my fingers harder, hitting that sweet spot over and over, watching her thighs quiver, her knees weaken. "Come on, Olivia. Let it out. Show me how much you've missed this."
Her breaths came in ragged gasps, body arching against the mirror, head thrown back. "Ezio, stop, fuck! I can't..." But her hips ground down on my hand, chasing the friction, betraying her words. I didn't let up, thrusting deeper, my palm slapping against her soaked folds with each push. She was close; I could feel it in the way her pussy fluttered, tightening like a vice.
With a final, hard curl of my fingers, she shattered. A cry tore from her throat, body convulsing, walls pulsing around me as her orgasm hit, juices gushing over my hand in hot waves. She trembled, nails digging into my arms, riding out the aftershocks while I kept my fingers buried deep, drawing every last tremor from her.
I pulled out slowly, her essence glistening on my skin, and before she could catch her breath, I lifted my hand to her mouth. "Taste yourself," I ordered, voice rough with pent-up fury. "See how wet you are for me."
Her eyes widened, a mix of shock and lingering haze, but she parted her lips hesitantly. I slid my fingers in, pressing them against her tongue, making her suck. She gagged slightly at first, then her tongue swirled around them, tasting her own musky sweetness, cheeks hollowing as she obeyed. The sight made my cock twitch painfully, but I held back, watching her with dark satisfaction. "Good girl. That's what you taste like when you're desperate for my cock."
She pulled back, spitting out my fingers, glaring with fire in her eyes. "You bastard. Is that all? Teasing me like some toy?"
