Page 42 of Keres

She blinks, but then her dark brown eyes lock onto mine, burning into my retinas with laser focus. I’m pretty sure she’s willing me to burst into flames, but my body is burning with an entirely different kind of heat. She offers me a saccharine smile. “I called you an asshole.”

I close my eyes and draw a breath through my nose, vaguely aware of Romeo laughing somewhere behind me. Don’t do it, Ace. Don’t let her get to you.

“Now let me the fuck go.” She tries to wrench her arm free, but I hold tight. When I open my eyes again, the fire I see in hers makes something deep inside me shatter into a million pieces.

Spinning her around, I bend her over the seat of my bike.

“What the fuck?” she screeches, trying to push herself back up. I hold her down, pressing one hand between her shoulder blades, and despite how tough she is, she’s no match for a man twice her size. I open the button on her pants with a quick flex of my fingers and tug her zipper down.

She hisses curse words and kicks out at me, but I plant my feet between her legs and pin her to the bike with my knees. Keeping her pinned with one hand, I pull down her pants with the other, working the soft leather over her hips and ass and exposing her sheer black panties. An unexpected growl rolls in my throat at the sight of her perfect ass waiting for me to take it. I run my hand over her ass cheeks and squeeze one in my palm. “Get the hell off me,” she says, but the last three words come out on a moan. Does she remember how good our bodies felt together? Does she touch herself to the memory of that night after Molino’s bar as often as I do? No matter how good an actress she is, nobody could fake the way her body responded to mine.

“Ace!” she hisses, and I don’t know if it’s in warning or encouragement, and I no longer care. I am going to fuck that damn attitude out of her right now.

I glance at Romeo, secretly willing him to tell me to stop. Maybe his disapproval will be enough to put an end to the sheer recklessness of what I’m about to do. But he’s grinning at me, silently egging me on. I tug Keres’s panties aside, exposing her pussy to the cool night air. She sucks in a ragged breath and a desperate whimper falls from her lips. “You know this is what you need, right?” Laughing darkly, I drag my pointer finger through her center. “Because you’re already wet.”

“Fuck you. If I am, it’s not because of anything you’re doing.”

“No?” I circle her clit with the tip of my finger, and she keens, her back bowing off the seat. “So what is it then, Trouble? Is it watching Romeo? Knowing how much he wants to fuck your mouth while I fuck your desperate cunt?” I sink my thumb inside her silky channel and groan with her this time. “Admit you want this too.” I work her clit while I rub my thumb against her inner walls, massaging her supple flesh.

“N-no,” she grits out, but she pushes her ass back against me, riding my hand as she chases the release she needs just as much as I do. There’s only so much emotion a person can bottle up inside before they need to do something to let it out. Whether it be anger or hate, jealousy or love, it doesn’t matter—it has to go somewhere.

I change the angle, pushing deeper and rubbing harder. “Seems like you do with the way you’re creaming all over my hand.”

“It’s a physical reaction, doesn’t mean I want you.” Venom drips from every word.

I lean over her, my mouth pressed close to her ear as her sweet juices run into my palm. “I don’t want you either, Trouble, but I’m gonna fuck you anyway. You got that? I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard and you’re gonna hate me for it, but you know what?” I curl the tip of my thumb and she whines. Needy little slut. “You’re gonna love the way my cock makes your sweet cunt scream.”

“You’re so full of shit, Ace.” She moans my name, her walls rippling around me as her release draws near. But I don’t want her coming on my fingers. I want my cock buried deep inside her when I make her fall apart around me. I want her shaking while my hips are slamming against her perfect body.

I slide my thumb out of her and give her ass a quick slap. “Funny, because you’re about to be full of me, Trouble.”

“I’m not on birth control,” she rasps.

Liar. “You were on it last week.”

“I stopped taking it.”

Fucking liar. I saw the pills in her bag. I unzip my fly and free my aching cock, giving it a quick tug to offer a little relief. “I guess I’ll just fuck your ass then. Shame we got no lube.”

Romeo’s vicious chuckle makes her tremble. I press the head of my cock at the seam of her ass cheeks. “I’m on birth control,” she blurts, stopping me from going any further.

With a satisfied grunt, I line the crown of my cock at her entrance, and she sucks in a breath. Her body quivers. Romeo’s eyes sear into me. I should fuck her. I should drive inside her and make her feel even an ounce of the pain that she made us feel. So why can’t I? Why can’t I just take what I fucking want? What I fucking deserve!

Because as sick and twisted as I am, some part of me knows that I can’t force her, knows what that would mean. Knows what it would make me.

A monster.

And I’m not a monster. Not even with her, the woman I hate more than anyone else in the whole goddamn world. At least I want to hate her. I should fucking despise her. But that’s beside the point. Even if I did hate her, I wouldn’t give in to what my body calls for me to do. I need her to want this too. I need her to want me.

I remove my hand from between her shoulder blades and slide it down her back and over her ass cheeks. She shudders but makes no attempt to move.

Eyeing me with curiosity, Romeo licks his lips and rocks forward on the balls of his feet.

“What the hell are you waiting for?” Keres cuts through the quiet, her body matching the quake in her voice.

I suck in a breath.

She breathes out my name, and it almost sounds like a plea.