Savage Love (Ash and Innocence 2)

“What?”

I straightened, then pulled my shirt off. “I plan to take everything from you. Your heart included. But I know that’s tricky. The heart might just be the last thing I steal. Your body, though? I’ve already won that. Yours wants mine, and mine wants yours. What does it matter if we don’t like each other?”

“It matters.”

I kissed her again, and she didn’t push me away this time. She was breathing hard and red-faced when I pulled back. “Then why are you going to ask me to take you? Why are you going to want it so badly?”

She got up from the chair, but I followed her until she bumped against the table. I took her by the waist, lifting her so she was sitting there. “This isn’t how I wanted it to be.”

“What?” I asked. “Are you trying to tell me you’re a virgin?”

She tilted her jaw up, still defiant even when it looked like she was scared shitless. Even when I could see she wished with all her being that she hadn’t so much as hinted I would be her first.

“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll walk away. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want it.”

She looked up, lips twitching with the effort of trying to form the lie. But she lowered her head, shaking it again. “You told me you wanted me to fall for you. You said it’d just be another way to punish me. What kind of idiot would I be if I let that happen?”

“This isn’t about love.” I ran my hand down her thigh, relishing the warm, softness of her skin. “I’m just tired of wondering what it’d feel like to take you for myself. Tired of watching fucking Clint put his hands on you. Tired of watching you stick your ass in the air before you sprint like you don’t even know how much it tempts me.”

She was breathing hard, eyes shifting between mine and my lips, which still felt bruised and alive from kissing her. “If I did this, how would I live with myself?”

I put my hand on her chest and laid her back on the table, so her legs still hung over the edge. “Don’t worry about being somebody you like. Life is a hell of a lot easier that way. Now tell me you want it, Charli. I want to hear it from your mouth.”

She closed her eyes. It was so long before she said anything that I thought she might actually change her mind, but when she opened her eyes again, there was determination in them. “Go ahead then. Ruin me like everything else you touch.”

“Not good enough. Tell me what you want.”

She set her jaw. “I’m not going to beg.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “Good. This will be more fun if you still have some backbone to break.”

I cupped the back of her neck and pulled her mouth up to meet mine, shoving her legs apart as I yanked her closer to me. Her body slammed against mine, and I knew she could feel the hard length of my cock between her legs.

“You like that, Charli?”

“Not as much as you apparently do.”

I wanted to laugh. Even while she was submitting, she still couldn’t stop biting, could she?

I pressed my hand between her legs, sucking in a breath as I felt the warm dampness, even through her shorts. “I’m not the only one.”

She kissed me harder, threading her fingers behind my neck and bucking her hips into me, grinding herself against my cock, which felt like it was going to burst at the seams if I didn’t get it out of my pants.

I stripped off the rest of my clothes, then tugged her shorts and panties off in a single, hurried yank. In the back of my mind, I wanted to savor every little moment of this. I wanted to lay her out on the table and devour every inch of her bared skin—to drink in the fact that I was going to be the first. I was the one who would leave a mark she could never erase. No matter how much she might grow to hate and resent me, I’d always be her first.

But there was an engine roaring inside me, urging me forward at a speed I could barely slow.

Charli gasped, never taking her eyes from me as I ran my gaze across her.

I’d seen her in her underwear the night she came back. I’d seen her soaking wet so that the moonlight caught every curve of her perfect body.

But this…

I bared my teeth, then took her roughly in my hand. She was absolutely soaked for me. “Did Clint make you this wet?”

Charli swallowed. “Don’t talk about him.”

“You’re still a virgin. You never let Clint here. He never tasted this…” I got down on my knees. I’d never admit as much to her, but I didn’t go down on girls. I’d never admit it to a living soul, but I’d actually only fucked one girl. Sophomore year. I’d been blindingly drunk, and it had been an older girl from another high school. I preferred the simplicity of staying away from pussy. It had a way of making girls think things were serious.