Page 16 of Cruel Love

In my mind, for the time-being, Lilah Hart is infallible.

I step inside the trailer and lock the door behind me, mentally preparing myself for whatever fit of rage I’m about to witness.

I glance around for that tuft of red hair. “Lilah?”

“In here, Archer.”

I twist toward the bed in the back, my eyes instantly falling on the body-shaped lump taking up space beneath the sheet and the trail of her clothing between myself and the bed.

Lilah sits there with the sheet clenched over her naked breasts.

I sigh and wander over to her. “So, this is it, then?” I ask. “You pick a fight with Dante, come running back here to my bed, and I’m expected to follow like an obedient pup?”

“Doesn’t sound like a bad deal to me,” she says.

“It sounds like a couple thousand dollars of therapeutic attention just waiting to happen.”

Lilah lets the sheet fall, revealing her perky, hard-nipped breasts and the cobra tattoo twisting down her belly. She slinks forward, practically crawling toward me to the edge of the bed.

Her hand takes hold of my belt and she tugs it free.

I ignore the pulsing need in my briefs. “Lilah...”

“I don’t want to talk right now, Archer,” she says quickly. “I just want you to throw me down on this bed and fuck me until I turn numb. And then, I want you to do it again.”

I smirk at her pink cheeks. “You know what I adore about you?”

“What?”

“That die-hard romanticism.”

She glowers but that doesn’t stop her from pushing my zipper down.

I reach for her wrist as it sinks into my trousers. “Wait, Lilah.”

“Archer—”

“Look, love...” I steady my grip, keeping her from going farther. “I’m more than willing to fuck your red-headed brains out but I think, one of these days, you’re going to have to take a closer look at this situation and admit who you’re really angry at.”

Her face twitches. “I will, just...” She takes a deep breath and looks up at me with those begging eyes. “Not right now.”

I sigh, completely won over by those trembling cherry lips. “All right, then…” I lean over to kiss her forehead. “Lie down and assume the position.”

“This first…” she says, lowering down with a wide-open mouth.

I relish in her warm, wet tongue as she inches me inside. I grow harder in her mouth, filling even more of the small space.

I rest a hand on her neck. She takes me in deeper, all the way back from what I can feel. I grunt with overwhelming passion for her. If she keeps this up, I won’t last long.

I twist my fingers around her hair, taking a tight hold of it. Her eyes flick up at me as I gently pull her back and I slide out of her mouth. Saliva glistens her red lips and she heaves a deep breath.

“How do you want it?” I ask.

Lilah shifts away, turning around to present her bare backside to me. I keep a strong grip on her hair as I align myself behind her. She likes it when I do that. I remind myself of all the things she does like, as I do every time I’m with her.

I guide my cock inside of her, feeling her stunning wetness tighten around me. Any other time and I would have dropped to my knees and ate her until she was purring for me. But she doesn’t want me to make love to her. She doesn’t want slow. She wants it hard and rough. As she said, she wants to turn numb and I’ll do it. For now.

I pull back on her hair and she bends upward as I fuck her. She tilts her neck back with an open mouth and moans with every quick thrust I give.

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