“So you’re hot around the collar, huh?” I ask as I grab Katie around the waist and lift her up.
“Skull!” she screeches, kicking with all her might as I take her into the storage building, away from the wandering eyes of the guards.
When I drop her boots to the floor, she’s spitting mad.
“You!” she shouts, balling her fists with color blazing on her cheeks. She’s glorious.
I love the sweet, innocent, funny girl I met in the park. She has had me sprung like a tent pole since the minute she stepped into my orbit.
But this side of Katie speaks to something dark inside of me.
“That’s right, get it out,” I say in a voice thick with lust as I block the door.
She shoves my chest. It doesn’t move me a single inch. “Ugh! I’m. So. Mad. At. You.”
“Bring it, baby. Unleash on me.”
This time she shoves twice as hard, but I’m a hundred pounds heavier and a foot taller than her. There’s no way she can move me.
“That all you got?”
Her hair is damp, clinging to her cheek, getting into hermouth. She spits it out, snarls, and comes at me again. “I just want to beat you up.”
“Do it.”
She shoves me, but I can see it…she’s thinking about punching me.
“Ever punched someone?”
“No,” she snaps. “But there’s a first time for everything. You make me so…
Her hands fly around in the air as she tries to come up with a word, the handcuff jangling as she does.
“I don’t even know who I am right now!Skull.You make me an animal. I want to bite and kick and scream.”
“Good. Get that shit out of you.”
Her palms plant squarely on my chest and she shoves, shoves, shoves, growling and hissing as her face grows damp, and her pulse beats wildly in her neck. The whole time that handcuff rattles and reminds me of hooking her to the bed.
I’m a bastard.
I’m also hard as a petrified tree. I need her now. While she’s on fire.
My control snaps and I back her across the space until she’s flat against a wall.
She’s panting. Shaking. Wild-eyed. And when I lean down she attacks me with a violent kiss.
I tear the button completely off her jeans. Drag her boots off and rip those ass-hugging jeans clean to the dusty floor.
“Fuck, that’s better. I need that angry little cunt to punish my cock,” I say with a throaty growl, taking her mouth again as I jerk my belt open and free my cock as fast as I can.
Snarling against my lips, taking little bites, she climbs me, wrapping her legs around me.
At fucking last.
One hand braced on the wall, the other on her ass, I grind my monstrous hard-on into the juncture of those lithe, young legs.
Her nails hit my back beneath my cut and my shirt as I shove the first inches in.
