I gave him a wary look. “You’re rough with me, Hunt, you’re going to hurt me—”
“Yes.”
Ignoring his cock growing by the second, I fumed, “It’s not my fault you’re crazy.”
“Come here.” I didn’t move, and now he cocked his head to the side. “Quit being stubborn.”
My knees wobbled as I took him in, unable to quiet that desire within me. He was ready to have me—his length was thick, full, and I wasn’t doing anything to warrant that desire he held for me. Maybe part of him liked my defiance, or maybe it was just plain old obsession.
“Come. Here.” He repeated, looking merciless now, that tone making me swallow back a groan. What was it about this man that reduced me to this quivering, submissive mess?
I took a step forward, but then hesitated, feeling my heart lurch at the unimpressed look in him now. Was it bad that I enjoyed being disobedient to him? I smiled cruelly at him, and he let out a harsh breath, moving to me quickly. I backed away, my back pressing against the blinds as he towered over me, bringing his arms out to cage me.
“Why don’t you ever do as you’re told?” he admonished.
“You can’t order me around,” I retorted, feeling a bolt of excitement at the shock in his eyes now.
“You’re trying to piss me off—”
“No—”
“You want to get a rise out of me—”
“Why would I want to do that?”
“Because you want me fighting for you!”
I slipped under his arms, hurrying away from him, aware that he was following right after me. But he wasn’t catching me—his body hovered close-by, and I swallowed back a smile as I spun around to face him, keeping the gap between us. He advanced to me, his face cracking with dark intent. “You want me to grab you?” he asked then. “Is that why you’re scurrying away, Nugget—”
“I’m trying to maintain a safe distance from you—”
“Safe?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You think stepping back every time I come at you will keep you safe?”
“I’m doing a good job of it, Hunt—”
Suddenly, he bridged the gap in one quick step, his arms coming around my waist, pushing me back until I was against yet another wall. He bent down to meet my gaze, that dark smirk present now as he said, “Enough playing, Skye. You’re making it worse for yourself—”
I ducked to scurry from him, but his arm shot out, pushing me back against the wall. My heart sped in my chest as I let out a light laugh. He shook his head over me, displeased. “Youaretrying to make me crazy.”
“No—”
“You are going to hurt so bad after this, Skye.”
He spun me around so that I was up against the wall. His hands worked quickly, ripping down my leggings in one sweep. He didn’t bother with my shirt. In fact, he didn’t even bother with my underwear. He simply forced me to bend down for him, his hand hard on my lower back as he shuffled my underwear to the side.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Hunt,” I huffed out. “I’m not ready—”
He ran the tip of his cock down my sex, lapping at my wetness, and I moaned at the lightning bolt of pleasure his touch inflicted. “You’re fucking ready,” he growled.
I was wet, sure, but I couldn’t just take his cock whole—
His slid into me in one violent sweep. I let out a hard cry as he forced my walls apart. He slid in until he hit the end of my channel, and even then, I was sure there was so much of him left he couldn’t sheath. His hands were now grabbing at my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulled out and then slammed back in. I jumped, my hands pressed against the walls as I tried to brace myself. He didn’t ask me if I was alright. Didn’t ask if I was in pain. He simply groaned his pleasure and kept on going, fucking me hard and fast—
And oh how I loved this.