Page 32 of Tempest

I snarl in her face.

She rises to her tiptoes, getting into mine and showing me just what a big, bad girl she is now.

I snag the back of her head and crush my lips to hers.

If Ardyn thinks she can toy with her enemy and win, I’ll show her she’ll succeed in nothing but her own torment.

She cries into my mouth, a parting of lips that grants me the perfect opportunity to capture her bottom one between my teeth and bite down.

Her surprised cry turns into a garbled scream as a metallic tang bursts into our mouths, coating my tongue and heating me, giving me life. Ardyn struggles within the iron of arms, but she’s not going anywhere. Not until I prove to her what a mistake she’s made in tangling with me.

I’ll frighten her so badly she’ll want nothing more than to run to her daddy and never come back.

I push her against the brick, the ivy wilting, dying under our friction. While sucking on the wound in her lip, I sneak a hand between us, finding the hem of her shorts and slipping under until I cup her sex.

Wet. Jesus, she’s wet.

Her sobs turn into moans. Were they ever sobs in the first place? Ardyn’s mouth begins moving with mine, her tongue breaking through my rows of teeth and thrusting against mine, like she’s fucking my mouth.

I hate her. I resent everything she represents, the role she plays in my past, and the new future I’ll have to craft because of her ignorant presence, but I’m hard.

I’m so hard for her that I wish it were my dick and not my fingers digging under her panties. Ardyn reaches for my collar, pulling me in closer, writhing against my fingers.

My dick strains against my pants. I’m tempted, no, desperate to tear her shorts off and take her against this building like she so clearly wants me to, but this was meant to humiliate her. I’m supposed to show her who is in control. The next time we crossed paths, she was supposed to piss herself at the sight of me, afraid I’d do worse.

Ardyn pulls at my wrist, her nails collecting skin, urging me deeper into her shorts, begging me with her actions to stick a finger into her, maybe two, or three, or four.

I want to. Jesus fuck, I want to—

I tear away from her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

Ardyn slumps against the wall, panting, her lips smeared in bright red. Her blood. My blood, I realize as I notice the streak on my hand. She got a few nips or two in.

Her head falls back against the wall. Shockingly, her stare is steady against mine.

I’m the first to break our trance, bringing my fingers up to my mouth and sucking the first two in up to the knuckle.

I wasn’t graced with being inside her, but enough of her juices were flowing that her taste explodes on my tongue, a sharp sweetness that could only come from her.

“You can’t handle me, princess,” I say, my voice grittier than I’d like. “Consider that your last warning.”

She pushes off the wall. “And consider me a permanent student at Titan Falls. I’m not going anywhere, Tempest. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m late for class.”

She walks off.

Ardyn fucking walks away from me as if we hadn’t just tried to tear each other’s mouths off our faces.

“Huh,” I say as I watch her go. Perhaps I’m not giving her as much credit as I should. This new Ardyn, fresh from the funny farm, is able to withstand more than usual.

Time to up the ante, then. Scaring her off will be more fun than I anticipated.

I’m about to turn away when I pause halfway. Peer closer at her retreating form. I grin at her loping gait.

And the slight limp she’s acquired from her thighs rubbing against her swollen clit.

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