Page 48 of Brutal Titan

A seductive laugh escapes his lips as his hands fall to my knees. His palms glide up and over the sticky, leftover whiskey on the inside of my thighs before sliding under my skirt. Coasting around my hips, they move to my ass, gripping as his mouth nears mine. “I’d bet you’re wet already.”

“You’re such a jerk.” Because he’s absolutely correct.

His hands release from me, and he drops down to sit on the bed next to me, leaving my head spinning from more than just the liquor.

“I’ll let you have it your way, then I’ll have it mine.”

Standing from the bed. I glance to him as he looks up at me with a sexy smile. I made the mistake once, and I know I’m about to do it again, but he’s pissing me off. “You don’t know what you want.”

His hand grasps my wrist as I move to step away, and he pulls me easily onto his lap, his fingers threading in my hair, gripping tight. “Stop it, Victoria. You’re the one who ignored me all week, so just tell me … do you want me to fuck you or not?” He swipes his tongue across my lip, nibbling, teasing as he continues. “I’m waiting.” He presses me down, his hard cock digging into my backside. My lips crash to his.

Reaching under my skirt, his finger hooks on my thong, pulling it off and then tossing it to the floor. His hand moves back under my skirt, his fingers slipping inside me as I rock against his fingers. My mouth brushes against his, shaky breaths escaping as I bite back my words.

“Say it, Victoria. Tell me that you want this.” He removes his hand, a smug smile against my lips. “I didn’t hear anything.”

Squeezing my thighs together, I want to throttle him. I instantly miss the sensation of his fingers inside me. I want him inside me. Before I can say anything, his hand grips my hip, flipping me over to my stomach so I’m lying across his lap. He lifts my skirt, exposing my backside before spanking my ass cheek. I look over my shoulder at him as he gives me a devilish smile. “I’m waiting.” He smacks my ass again, not hurting me, but it’s just enough to leave a sensation where his hand slapped.

His fingers trail over my ass, rubbing my clit before sliding inside me, pumping furiously as his other arm presses me down on his lap. A long moan escapes my lips as my head drops forward, relishing in the pleasure he’s providing me. Abruptly, his hand deserts me. He shifts back, bringing me up to straddle his lap. One arm is around my waist as the other holds my lips to his. “Damn it, Victoria. Do you want this or not?”

My head spins, I’m speechless for a moment while still recovering from the sudden withdrawal of his touch. I need it back, even if I will more than likely regret the choice later. But tonight, I know the decision has been made on my part long before the words are spoken. “Yes. I want you.”

His mouth crashes to mine, kissing me feverishly. “It’s about fucking time.”

“Shut up.” This is not the time for him to be a bigger ass than he usually is. I just want to feel him and forget that we both know it’s only temporary.

He laughs against my lips. “Now you want to talk.”

Insanity. That is the only definition I can relate to him because he is the only one to pull such desires out of me while making me want to strangle him at the same time.

His fingers clutch the hem of my dress, lifting it up and over my head before tossing it to the floor. Expediently, he unhooks my bra, and as it falls, his hands immediately cup me while I rock against him.

He lies back on the bed, guiding me up until my knees come to rest on either side of his head, straddling his face. Lifting his head to meet me, he licks my clit, lightly teasing as a moan escapes my lips. Leaning forward, my hands drop to the mattress. His fingers dig into my hip, pulling me down, closer to his mouth. Leaving my hip, his fingers slide into my pussy, pumping and stroking, as his tongue circles my clit. Rocking my hips, my fingers clutch the sheets as his tongue flicks against my clit. In perfect coordination with his tongue, his fingers pump inside me, bringing me over the peak. Moaning, I freeze, absorbing every sensation Elliot inflicts on me as his tongue slowly stokes my pussy as I ride the wave of pleasure floating through my core.

I shift onto my side as he rolls out from beneath me. Standing next to the bed, desire burns in his eyes as he takes in my nude body. I move to the edge of the bed to unbutton his jeans as he yanks his shirt over his head, tossing it aside while keeping his eyes intent on me.

Shoving his jeans and boxers out of the way, I take his cock in my hand, stroking it as his jaw muscles tighten. Smiling, I release him, smoothing my palms over his tight, muscular ass as I push his jeans and boxers down until he kicks them off. I grip his cock again as his fingers thread in my hair, clasping tightly. I look up to meet his fierce eyes, keeping my gaze locked with his as I sense him struggling to maintain control. But it’s all mine right now. Leaning forward, I roll my tongue over the tip of his cock, gliding my other hand up his taut abs, loving when he tenses under my touch.

A smile on my face, I tease his cock with my tongue as he watches intently. When I take him into my mouth, his hand pulls my head forward as I suck him, then he hastily moves my head back, removing his cock from my mouth. Unmoving, he breathes heavy for a few seconds. “We’ll save that for later. Tonight, I want to be inside you when I come.”

Leaning forward to kiss me, he grabs my hip, then flips me onto my stomach before lifting my backside as he moves over me, his stomach against my back. His cock teases my entrance for a moment before thrusting inside me, driving me into the mattress. I grip the smooth sheets, moaning in pleasure as I push back against him. I’m met with another thrust, filling me as his fingers dig into my hips, gripping me possessively as he pounds into me.

Suddenly he pulls out, emptiness overwhelms me for a miserable second as I want him back inside me. His arm wraps around me as he quickly flips me on my back. Moving over me, he grips my thigh, hooking it over his hip as he thrusts forward, filling me.

His mouth moves to mine, kissing me passionately as he continues rocking inside me as my hips lift to meet him. Speaking in a strained voice, he rasps, “Stay with me, Victoria.”

Kissing me again, he drives into me one hard, final time before tensing and hoarsely groaning in satisfaction.

He remains inside me, feathering a kiss on my lips as he asks, “Are you still with me?”

“Yes,” I say breathlessly against his mouth. I want to be with him and nowhere else.

Pulling out of me, he moves on his side as his hand strokes up my body. We lie there for a few minutes, unmoving.

Shifting down, his tongue twirls around my nipple, the overwhelming sensation causes me to shift away from him as he snickers. “I didn’t get to enjoy teasing these.” His palm cups me as his tongue continues to tease the other. “Guess we have to do another round as soon as I recover,” he laughs.

“Sounds good to me.”

My words are met with his arrogant smile. Yep, I’m ready for round two already.

He stands and then leans forward, pulling me to the edge of the bed. Lifting me into his arms, my legs wrap around his waist. “Shower time.”

Clinging to his shoulders, my tongue teases his neck on the way to the bathroom. “I can’t concentrate with you doing that.” His hand lightly slaps my behind, but I continue, enjoying being the cause of his unsteady steps. He lets me down on my feet when we’re standing in the shower together.

Reaching over, he turns the faucet on, and the steaming water sprays over us. Neither of us make a move to let go of the other, instead we remain locked together, his palm stroking up my back as he bends down, his lips feathering a kiss on my shoulder. “Stay with me.”

The words pull at my heartstrings because I’m unsure of the meaning behind them, and I’m too scared to ask. Neither of us knows what will happen when we set foot outside this bedroom. Facing reality, so far, hasn’t worked out well for us. We remain in the shower, wrapped up in each other’s arms for a long while. I relish in the feeling because come morning, I know I’ll have a hell of a hangover … from the liquor and from his touch.