So I shove down his sweatpants until it rolls over his cock, which bobs up and down as it’s released.
The hunger in his eyes is insatiable, growing stronger with every passing second.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” I mutter. “Pleasure.”
And when I wrap my hand around his length, he grabs both my hands.
“No.”
Suddenly, he pins me to the table, hands shoved to the side. The look in his eyes scary. Not because they’re violent … but because they’re filled with a kind of greed I have never seen before.
“What I want,” he groans, “is this fucking pussy offered to me, willingly.”
Without blinking, without so much as a single thought, my legs part. “Fuck me then.”
But I am not prepared for the onslaught of emotions swirling through my body the second he moans like a beast unchained and smashes his lips on mine.
Chapter 25
Liam
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My mouth is on hers before she even realizes it, and I kiss her hard and deep, taking in every ounce of her rebellious spirit until nothing is left but a meek little lamb in my arms, desperate for more. I don’t even care that she hates me or that she wants to make me suffer as badly as I have made her suffer. That she would rather end my life.
All I want is to take, take, take, and fucking take everything she has to offer and more. And I don’t care if it’s right or wrong. I couldn’t be more of a monster than I already am for taking her freedom.
But when I take my lips off hers, I don’t see hatred reflected in her eyes. There is actual fucking greed. Greed for more.
“You want me to take this fucking pussy?” I groan, and I grab her by the ass and lift her to set her on the table. “You think you’re ready for it, little virgin?”
She frowns. “Don’t call me tha—”
I grab her hair and tilt her head back. “You’re mine, and I will call you whatever the fuck I want,” I growl.
Suddenly, her hand rises, and she slaps me again.
The sting of her hit against my face is hot.
Just like her tenacity.
A broad smile forms on my face. “See? You can do it,” I say. “Hit me like you mean it.”
She slaps me again, but it only brings a smile to my face.
“Good girl.”
She stops, her hand hovering close to my face, her lips parted, eyes big. “What did you just say?”
I tilt my head. “Good girl.”
A sparkle lights up her eyes.
Oh … she likes it. She likes it a lot.
I place both hands on the table and lean in. “You like being a good girl for me, don’t you?” She whimpers when my hand slides up her thigh. “You secretly dreamed of being taken like this.” I let my hand trail up her thigh, skipping her pussy to make her want me even more, just like I want her. “You want to let go. To let someone else take control.” My hand reaches under her wet shirt, where her nipples grow taut again from my touch. “To be someone’s little … slutty … good girl.”
I rip off the shirt with ease, and when she attempts to squeal, I cover her mouth with mine. My tongue claims hers, rolling around in her mouth with fervor. She tastes divine, and I can’t fucking get enough of her now that she’s finally let me kiss her.