Page 22 of Sweet Animosity

Fuck, I needed to feel that same warmth around my shaft.

But now I was too worked up to fuck her mouth. I’d choke her to death.

Only the sweet clasp of her pussy would satisfy me.

Swallowing her pleas, I wrapped my arm around her back and lifted her bare feet off the floor as I carried her back toward the living room.

My tongue dueled with hers as I clenched at the hair at the back of her skull, holding her steady for my assault.

Needing more, I released her, but only to whip the thermal shirt over my head.

I wanted—no, needed—to feel my skin against hers.

Her eyes widened as she scanned the violent ink images tattooed across my chest.

There was no help for it.

I was a violent man who was dangerous to cross.

Something she was about to find out.

I nodded at her. “Take off that shirt. I want to see your breasts.”

Her mouth opened on a silent cry before she turned and tried to flee.

She tripped over the capsized sofa, falling to her knees onto the back cushions as she clutched at the edge of the seat.

Putting her in the perfect kneeling position.

Before she could rise, I was on her.

I fell to my knees behind her, widening my legs to push hers between them.

My hands spanned over her hips. “Have it your way, beautiful. From behind it is.”

I tore at her wet T-shirt, raising it to expose her ass and back.

Gripping the edge of the sofa, I leaned forward, pressing my chest to her back as I wrapped my arm around her front to cup her breast again. It felt even more full because of her prone position, almost as if she were resting the weight of it into my palm.

I licked the column of her neck before latching on, sucking hard.

If we only had one night together, then so be it.

She would not end it without my mark on her body.

Vivian groaned as her hips bucked. “No. Get off me.”

Not believing her protest for one second, I pushed my hand between her legs. Using my two middle fingers, I slid them along her slick pussy. As I gently vibrated them against her clit, I rasped into her ear, “Once again, I’ve proven you a liar, beautiful.”

“It doesn’t mean anything.”

I pushed both of my fingers inside of her. “It means everything.”

Her inner walls clenched and resisted.

She was so goddamn tight.

I frowned. “When was the last time you had a cock inside this tight pussy?”

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