Page 17 of Cruel Love

“Harder,” she mewls.

I rest my other hand on her ass, digging my fingertips into her without changing my speed. She quivers, knowing what I’ll do next, but I let her buck in suspense. Being hard and rough doesn’t mean I can’t tease her, which is what I like to do. I’ll make her come. But it’ll be on my terms.

“Harder,” she says again.

I lean over to whisper in her ear. “You’re too tight,” I say, feeling every twitch inside.

“I don’t care.”

I let go of her hair and reach around to grab her neck instead. She moans even louder, rattling the chords in her throat. They vibrate against my hand and I feel her raging pulse along my fingers.

“I do,” I tell her. “Don’t forget, love. This is my bed. I’m the boss here. Not you.”

She exhales, releasing a trembling breath.

“If you want it hard,” I continue, “you’ll have to earn it.”

“Archer,” she moans.

“Touch yourself. Come for me once and I’ll be your slave.”

Lilah lays a hand on her mound and hugs her clit with two fingers. Her moans twist along her lips and I feel another wave of throbs deep inside of her.

“Good girl,” I whisper, urging her on. “You’re almost there.”

I slide a hand up her neck and she parts her lips for my finger. She takes it over her tongue and bites down on my knuckle as she sucks the tip. I keep fucking, finding it more than a little difficult to maintain this speed. I want her just as she wants it, hard and fast. But it’ll feel better for both of us after she comes once.

Lilah cries out in orgasm. I pull my finger out and rest my hand on her shoulder to hold her up as she pulses repeatedly around my cock.

She turns her head back to look at me, those begging eyes staring up. “Harder,” she begs again.

I move in to crush my lips on hers. “As you wish, love,” I say.

I take hold of her backside with both hands, filling my lungs with the warm air around us, before fucking her the way she wants me to. I thrust in and out with ease, pounding deeper with each buck of my hips.

Lilah holds a pillow against her mouth and lets out a biting, muffled scream. I continue, laying hard and quick slaps against her rear every few thrusts. She likes it when I do that. She likes the pain of it. A little reminder that she’s alive. A big distraction from everything else.

Her elbows give and she lowers down, sticking her ass a little higher into the air. I grip her tighter, pulling her in with each purposeful fuck.

“Archer,” she groans, her entire body shaking. “Don’t stop.”

I hold my breath, tricking my thoughts to focus on anything but coming inside of her right now. It’s an easier task than I expect. We’re on a mission we may not come back from. Our chances are better with Fox Fitzpatrick on our side but how far exactly can we trust him? Lilah doesn’t seem to think that’s very far. And then there’s Boxcar and the recently fertilized Caleb. I can’t imagine they’re having a very loving conversation right now, as she volunteered herself for this job without running by him first…

“Fuck,” Lilah cries, bringing my focus back.

Her inner muscles twist around me, signaling another hard orgasm and it pulls me with it. I come with her, feeling my strength deplete more and more with each quick spurt.

Lilah collapses onto her side in front of me. I watch as her fingers and toes twitch and her breasts rise and fall with her overworked lungs.

I lie down beside her as she turns onto her back. Her mouth sits agape for a moment before she catches her breath and closes it without a word. Completely numb, as she requested.

A sense of warm satisfaction teases my ego until I see her cold and unblinking eyes.

“Lilah?” I ask.

She stares at the dark ceiling. “It should have been me,” she finally says.

I breathe out slowly until I can’t anymore. “Let that be one of those things we agree to disagree about, eh, love?” I say.

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