Page 56 of Foreplay on Words

I growled as I pushed her head back into the wall. My hand moved to pull the hair at the base of her neck just hard enough that she angled her head up at me.

“He’s killed people!” I yelled incredulously.

“So, have you!” she yelled back, pushing at my chest with her small hands.

“Did he touch you?”

“I’m a fucking call girl, of course he touched me!” she said defiantly.

My eyes flashed to hers, and I was surprised at the ferocity of her voice. She looked to be completely absorbed in what she was doing.

“Do you want to hear about how big his co––“ she taunted.

My hand pulled harder, and her head snapped back. I waited a minute to ensure I didn’t hurt her, but she winked at me.

Fuck.

“No, I don’t want to hear about his damn cock. You shouldn’t have even gone near it!”

I forcefully smacked the wall right next to her head, and I could see her pupils dilate.

“You knew who I was when you got involved with me. Grow the fuck up!” she spat as she narrowed her eyes at me.

“You think I like knowing that you’re going out there every night and putting yourself in danger...” I leaned in and whispered angrily as I pulled her head back again, aiming it toward the wall softly. Despite the situation, I wasn’t going to hurt her. “I don’t want you touching other men, and I sure as fuck don’t want them touching what’s mine.”

That seemed familiar.

She whimpered as she grabbed onto the front of my shirt with one hand. “I’m not yours! You’re a damn prick! My body is the only thing that’s kept me alive, and I can use it how I want!”

I pressed my hips forward forcefully, boxing her in with my body. She was shaking with what I hoped was channeled anger, which was so hot.

“If I want to fuck some guy who gives me what I want, I will. And there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it!”

My cock throbbed as I pressed it into her stomach, forcing her back into the wall.

“I don’t want you fucking anyone but me!” I yelled, and I watched her eyes flare with anger.

She gritted her teeth as she growled at me and grabbed hold of my dick through my pants. “You take me as I am, or you don’t get me at all!”

“Goddamn it!” I growled.

She nodded as I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers firmly. I gripped a fistful of her hair and pulled, eliciting a pained gasp. My eyes shot up to hers in a panic.

“I’m sorry...” I whispered, as myself this time.

“Shh. Don’t break character!” Chase giggled.

I let out a nervous laugh and nodded my head.

“You’re mine!” My teeth descended on the sensitive skin of her neck, biting and sucking harder than I normally would. She was going to have marks left from this. When she moaned and yanked on my shirt, ripping the bottom part of it open, I knew she was with me regardless.

“Shut the hell up!” She grabbed my cock forcefully through the denim and squeezed, causing me to hiss and slap the wall again.

I was about to burst through my zipper.

“Not until you tell me what I want...”

“Fuck you,” she whispered angrily as she tried to reach for my zipper.

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