Page 126 of Falling in Reverse

“Watch my leg,” he warns through his teeth. “Some crazy bitch shot me the other day.”

I force my lips not to heave into a smirk. “She sounds dangerous.”

Working him out of his boxers, I was right when I thought his dick would be molded for sin. It’s thick and no man like this deserves a dick this nice, it’s just not fair.

Our eyes clash together like a head-on collision and that courage that just filtered through my veins quickly flees my body.

He’s gorgeous and I fucking hate him.

And since I do, I’m going to make his life a living hell if he does this to me again. I’m not a submissive by nature, only when I’m respected, and Torin Wildes hasn’t highly regarded me since day fucking one. Which earns him a spot on the take-down list if he doesn’t back the hell off.

“Condom?”

He smirks at me but says, “Back pocket.”

I perk a brow at him because he’s sitting on his ass obviously and he rolls his eyes, fetching the foiled packet and tossing it at my chest.

Ripping at the wrapping, I ignore his rudeness and roll it down his length, making sure he’s all situated because I will not be carrying the spawn of Satan, ladies and gentlemen.

Positioning myself then to play my Oscar-award-winning part, I skid and drift down Torin’s stiffened cock and loathe, with every ounce of my being, how fucking good it feels.

His sickening measure stretches me to a delicious height, expanding my cunt and welcoming him into my body.

Torin’s head hits the back of the leathered pillow as he watches me take all of him. His lazy gaze alludes that he’s going to sit back and enjoy watching me and what I’m going to do.

And that’s to get us both off so I can go home.

“Levi is a fucking dumbass,” he condemns decisively, leading me to come up with my own conclusion that I feel good to him, too.

Reaching behind him to grasp the furniture as leverage, I slowly roll my hips and start to build on both of our releases.

He must not like how I didn’t respond because his free hand that’s not holding his Glock comes up to lace through my hair and he drags my chin up toward the ceiling.

“You fuck with all your clothes on, Wildfire?”

No.

But this motherfucker wants me as bare as I can be to him to see all the layers underneath. Not only with my clothing, but to see how much leadership I have, and how I don’t or do like to be bossed around. Can I and do I have the capability to devastate his whole world?

With his fingers still firmly gripping my hair, I arrive at my bra and begin unhooking the band from my back. Within seconds, it’s loose, and I allow the material to fall down my body in a heap in his lap.

Without being able to see him at first, I can still feel the heat of his stare on my breasts as his grip on my hair loosens and returns back to the top of the couch, his arms spread open as he enjoys my doing all the work.

He’s probably used to that.

I wonder if he’s ever killed anyone in his entire life. If he’s ever lifted a finger besides showing up. I know he was at the shipping port when we stole his guns, but I obviously didn’t scope the area to see what everyone else was doing.

I was too busy trying to keep Travis calm with me.

“If you’re imagining me being Levi Wallace,” Torin drones impassively, pulling me out of that night. “I can assure you, we are not the same.”

My lips mindlessly curl into an arrogant smile. “No…you’re definitely not.”

Then I pick up my pace, leaving him to wonder what the hell I meant by that, as I work myself, and unfortunately him, into a few seconds of bliss.

I delve as deep as I can go with the location I’m in when Torin scoots back a bit to permit me more access to going deeper.

I feel him twitch inside me, how his chest is heaving heavier exhales now. His eyes never leave me, always looking up at my face and drifting down my body. He’s almost panting at this point as I fuck him with as much focus and drive as I have anyone else in my life.

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