Page 7 of Ruthless Reign

I tried to pull back from Hardin, but he only held me tighter, shifting his hand on the back of my neck higher to fist it into my hair, forcing my head back, forcing my mouth open wider for him as he took what he wanted from me.

Instead of trying to take off my clothes, because Hardin was not cooperating, I snaked a hand down between our crushed bodies, gliding past his rock hard abs, below his belt, to the raging hard on in his jeans. I gripped it tightly in my palm, giving it a hard stroke that had him snarling against my lips.

He thrust his hips back, extricating my hand as he took my arms and tossed me onto the bed. I landed on something hard but barely felt the pain as I kicked whatever it was off the bed, crawling backward on my hands and feet as I watched Hardin’s shadow grow as he neared.

I let out a short exclamation as he reached down and gripped the ankles of my jeans, tearing my pants right off my body in one quick motion, jerking me nearer to him on the bed in the process. I sat up, trying to reach for him, but his flat palm between my breasts settled me back against the mattress, pushing me into the Hardin scented covers.

A heavy breath left my lips as he dragged that hand down my middle until his fingers snagged on the waistband of my lacy panties.

“Wait—”

He tore them off and even though that shit was hot as hell, I mourned the loss of one of my favorite pairs. My grief turned to burning desire as he slapped my greedy cunt, sending a spark of want and life rushing through me.

I tipped my head up, my body arching as the flash of pain and pleasure raced through me like an electric shock.

I moaned as Hardin brushed the backs of his knuckles against the ridge of scabbed flesh on my inner thigh where he bit me that night at the concert. My head spun at the memory.

The war of opposite emotions had been so intense that I’d wanted nothing more than to drown out any feeling at all. It was better than admitting the truth…

I’d never experienced anything so purely erotic in my entire life.

Hardin covered my body with his own, a thumb brushing up the middle of my throat before he curled a fist around it, holding me there against the pillows. “I want to be gentle,” he muttered.

I could feel it in the way he kept from squeezing too tight but the knot between his brows and the snarl in his upper lip showed me how hard it was to hold back as my eyes slowly adjusted to the dark.

“I d-don’t know how.”

A muscle twitched in his jaw.

I covered his hand on my throat with my own, guiding him to squeeze tighter, making his eyes narrow to desire-filled splits. “I don’t need you to be.”

A low growl emanated from his chest as he lifted me by the throat to take another rough kiss from my lips.

“Pick a word,” he blurted.

A safe word?

“Meatloaf,” I croaked and he smirked at my choice, the hunger in his eyes seeming to grow as his pupils dilated.

He jerked up the hem of my shirt, pawing my bra out of the way as he closed his mouth over the mound of my right breast, his teeth teasing the nipple.

I sank my hands into his hair with a moan, but he released my throat to snatch up the hand, jerking it over my head as he lavished my tit with his hot tongue, drawing taut circles that made my pussy clench and my stomach flip. And then he bit me and I gasped, squirming beneath him at the shock of pain.

“Fuck.”

He ground his hard cock against my bare pussy through his jeans, and I opened my legs for him, dying to feel him inside me.

“Hardin,” I moaned as his mouth traveled south and he growled in response so I said his name again. “Hardin.”

He dug his fingers into my hips, claiming me as he pressed a kiss to the bite mark rapidly turning into a scar on my inner thigh.

Hardin reached to remove his pants and the anticipation made me feral with desire as he kicked them down, and I reached into the void between our bodies, finding his thick cock.

He hissed as I took him in my hand, giving him a long stroke that had his whole body tensing. He leaned back, rising to his full height next to the bed, an invitation that I greedily took, crawling closer.

He pushed his hands into my hair at my crown before curling them into tight fists, pulling the strands taut against my scalp as he dragged me closer, lining up my mouth with his wide tip.

I opened good and wide as he pushed past my lips and the silky heat of him slid over my tongue. He let out a strangled groan that traveled all the way through me like an electric shock. I wanted to hear him again. Wanted to claim all of his sounds as if they were trophies and I was going for the fucking gold.

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