Page 11 of Primal

“Get off me!” she yells, trying to push me away, but I grab her tiny wrists in one hand and pin them above her head.

“Shhh, butterfly,” I say quietly, stroking her face with my other hand—the one that just got me off. Some of my cum smears over her smooth brown skin, and I get hard all over again. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“How do you keep getting in without setting off the alarm?” she asks, her light brown eyes full of anger.

I shrug and bury my face in her hair. “It’s not a good idea to keep your alarm code in your phone.”

She huffs in exasperation. “My grandma should be waking up soon. She’ll call the police on you,” she says fiercely, but I smirk in amusement.

“Esther’s been next door at Hattie May’s house all day. Try again, baby.”

Her eyes widen in shock at my knowledge of her grandmother’s whereabouts.

“Why didn’t you eat the pie? I picked it up just for you.”

“So, you have been following me.” It’s not a question, so I don’t give her an answer. “What do you want from me?” she asks, tears staining her cheeks. I lean in and lick them away.

“You look so pretty when you cry,” I whisper.

“Where’s my phone?” she asks through gritted teeth.

I start peppering her slender neck with soft kisses, making sure to give extra attention to the bite marks I left there the other day. “Hmm?”

She tries to wriggle out of my grip, and in doing so, rubs her naked clit against my cock. With a swift move of my hips, I could easily slip right in.

“Keep fighting me, Kiara. I like it.”

She stops abruptly. I lift my head and look into those sweet honey eyes.

“Why are you fucking with me? What did I do to you?”

Running a gloved finger over her smooth, freckled cheek, I lean down until my mouth is aligned with her ear and whisper, “You intrigued me.”

“I didn’t do anything!” she cries, struggling against me again. My dick brushes against her warm clit deliciously. She closes her eyes and arches her back as a moan rips from her throat. I bite down on her neck in the same place I did before and suck the bruised flesh into my mouth. Instead of fighting me, she wraps her legs around my waist to bring me closer to her.

Once again, we find ourselves using each other to chase our orgasms. Although we’re still clothed, our sexes are naked.

I want to plunge deep inside of her, to claim her in the best way a man can claim what’s his, but I hold off. I’m keeping her on the edge, making her needy for my cock until she’s near bursting with desire.

So, instead of letting her finish, I lift my hips and grin down at her devilishly.

“What are you doing?” she breathes, face flushed and sweaty.

Releasing my grip on her wrists, I bring the hand she used to touch herself to my lips and gently run my tongue over each finger—fuck, she tastes as sweet as I imagined—before getting off the bed and standing over her trembling body.

“Torturing you.”

CHAPTER 11

KIARA

“How are you, baby?” Grandma asks at breakfast the next morning.

I sigh and slump deeper into my chair. “I’m okay. Exhausted, but okay, I guess.”

“Is there something you want to talk about?” she asks, concerned.

Should I tell her?

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