I can feel it under my fingers, throbbing under her skin. Her fear is palatable. I can practically taste it. It’s the first thing that’s excited me in a very long time. We glare into each other’s eyes, a stalemate, until…she relaxes slightly, breathing deeper.
Her hair is over her face. She blows up over her top lip to get the strands out of her eyes—eyes that are slightly less hostile now.
I wonder….
I shift slightly, loosening my grip on her wrist and removing my weight from her body. She rolls onto her back until she’s directly under me, though my hand is still on her neck and my other is on her waist. As she stares up at me, her hips squirm.
I’m fucking hard, straining in my trousers as she does.
The scrubs she’s wearing are thin, and I know by the feel of her body against my hand and forearm that she’s not wearing anything under them.
“Are you going to fuck me?” she asks, eyes intense and dark as her gaze sweeps down to my groin and then back up again. She licks her lips. Her throat bobs under my palm.
She’s toxic. A problem I need to fix. But maybe I do that another day. Everything about V makes me want to destroy the system I was born into just to be with her.
Right now, I fucking want to destroy her.
In every way possible.
“Is that what you need? A good seeing to?”
I don’t wait for an answer. I release her throat and grab a handful of her hair, wrapping my hand around it as I lower myself down, claiming her mouth with my tongue.
She moans and attacks me with her kiss. Lips, teeth, and tongue bruising for a fight. I shut her up by squeezing her breast hard under her soft cotton top with my other hand, pressing my lower half against her body so she can feel just what she does to me.
“Asshole,” she hisses, between breaths and the tonguing, angling her hips up to meet mine. “You don’t get to be the one to give it to me.” I ram my tongue into her mouth to shut her up.
She jerks against me, mewling like a greedy kitten. She tries to claw me, but someone cut her nails. I miss her claws and her curves, but this more lean version of Viola is still undeniably attractive to me. I sweep one hand under the small of her back, down and under to the waistband of her loose cotton trousers. There, I knead her bare ass.
She yelps as I dig my fingers into her flesh and bite her neck. Her hands move from around my neck down to the outline of my cock.
“Take this out, and I’ll rip it off,” she promises.
“How will you do that when it’s balls deep inside you?” I ask her.
“Then, I’ll rip off your balls.”
I grip her hair and kiss her jaw and collarbone. She hisses and grips me through the material. “I mean it, Dante.” But her eyes are glazed, and her lips are parted as I lick a line all the way down to her breastbone.
She offers me another moan when my other hand stops playing with her ass and skims around to the front. And as I pull back slightly, stoking the wetness between her legs, she gives a soft pant allowing a smile to ease onto my lips.
She’s still gripping my cock like her life depends on it.
Her cotton trousers easily fall off her hips as I yank them down.
Her eyes blaze open, and she goes to sit up, but I shove her back down and hold her there.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I say dangerously.
“Don’t make me hurt you,” she threatens, but she makes no move to run away again.
I finished pulling her trousers down and experimentally run a hand between her legs. Wherever I touch her has her almost thrusting into me. She’s soaked, dripping wet, so ready for my cock.
I keep her pinned to the floor as I undo my trousers and shrug out of them. Using my knees, I push her thighs, opening her up to me.
She grabs me, wrapping a hand around my shaft. “I warned you,” she teases, stroking me, driving me fucking crazy with the way she’s looking at me.
“I’m still going to fuck you,” I say as she carries on stroking me, staring into my eyes as I lean down to kiss her mouth. She’s not ready for the four fingers I shove inside her. There’s a soft gasp as she consumes me back. She’s tight and deliciously wet. I’m going to enjoy taking her like this.