Page 14 of Broken By the Battleship

Aft

Despite my recent release and the agony pulsing through my side, my cock rises at the challenge in her glare. I lean down, brace my forearm on the wall behind her, and cup the side of her face. The softness of her swollen lips as I brush my thumb along the seam tests my control.

“Such a good little kitten. I was hoping you’d give me a reason to bend you over the bench, but it looks like we’ll have to save it for later,” I tease.

She scowls. I misinterpret her anger just to enjoy her deepening frustration.

“Don’t worry, pet. We will enjoy the bench, just not today.”

I dip the tip of my thumb between her lips, but she keeps her teeth clamped together. I chuckle and pull her bottom lip down until it springs back into place.

Her stomach rumbles. I quirk a brow. She shakes her head and hunches deeper into her towel. Her dainty toes peek out the bottom.

“We may use the bench today after all, just not how I originally planned. Are you that hungry for my seed, kitten? Ready for round two?”

I slide my hand from her face to her hair. She grinds her teeth and closes her eyes, denying me access to her gorgeous blue orbs. I growl and tug her hair.

She opens her eyes. Her pupils dilate as a flush darkens her face, and her nostrils flare and she curls her toes against the bench. When she blinks a few times before regaining her focus, I smirk in satisfaction.

All it took to tip my feral kitten into estrous was one belly full of seed.

I scoop her up into a cradle carry and yank the towel away from her before dropping it on the bench and exiting the washroom.

When she aims her heel at my injured side, I pretend to drop her.

The crazy bitch doesn’t even try to stop her fall. Instead, she lands a solid elbow jab to my solar plexus and twists in midair. I snatch her to my chest before settling into the room’s only chair.

She hisses and tries to roll away, but I pin her back to my front and spread her knees with mine. Unable to resist temptation, I palm her breast and dip my fingers between her legs. The wetness coating her folds pulls a groan from my chest.

She buries her nails into my oozing forearms and trembles on my lap. I tilt my hips and growl as her ass pillows around my knot.

“You have two options, kitten. Food or seed?” I whisper against her temple.

Her curvy body, stretched taught over mine, flushes as she suffers another wave of hormones. The sweet perfume of her slick thickens in the air. My gums ache and I long to sink my teeth into her flesh, but her stomach rumbles again.

“I’ll eat only after my brothers get their fill.”

Her stubbornness knows no bounds. Jealousy grips me. I circle my finger around her clit and lick her temple as I pluck her nipple.

“Think carefully, kitten. Can you survive my rutting with only my seed in your belly?”

She tightens her grip.

“No, I won’t.”

The spite in her tone shouldn’t shock me after all the stunts she’s pulled, but her answer trumps my expectations yet again. After a moment of warring within myself, I chuckle and slide three fingers lower down her cunt to tease along her slick folds.

“Your brothers will earn their food,” I growl against her temple.

She stiffens in anger.

“Enjoy me for a day or two, then. Will you fuck my corpse? My father didn’t molest my mother’s body, but—”

I flip her face down over my lap and slap her ass until her flesh reddens. She squirms and scratches at my leg and the floor, but doesn’t cry out even when my palm stings from the impact. I hit her harder.

She finally breaks.

I flip her over and cradle her to my chest. Although tears stream down her face and her chest wrenches with sobs, she refuses to curl into me, hiding her face with her hands and leaning away.

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