Page 62 of Fire Fight

My fingers plunge into her hair, combing through its soft curls, the reality better than my imagination. When she doesn’t withdraw, I grab her hips, lifting her to straddle my lap, facing me. My hands curve around her ribcage, holding her steady until she stops digging the heels of her palms into my shoulders and lets her hands rest there, instead.

“Arnold told you to give me lifts to school and home. I don’t owe you a forfeit.” Her chin juts in defiance. “I don’t owe you anything.”

“Arnold says a lot of things I take no notice of.”

“This isn’t fair.”

I settle my hands lower, cupping her hips, enjoying her weight on my thighs while an inappropriate burst of rage surges.

“You want to know what’s not fair? Coming home to find your mother’s dead body after she overdoses.” Her wince addsfuel to my fire. “Or when a girl overreacts to some playground bullshit and gets you dragged to boot camp a week later.” My voice drops to a ragged whisper. “What we’re doing now? This is me following through exactly as I warned you I would.”

Her expression is stricken when she raises her eyes to mine. “That wasn’t—”

I bend my head to rest against hers, creating a small private space between us, my breath stirring the ruffled neckline of her dress.

Her sympathy, her guilt, are useless to me.

I want her fear. I want her compliance. I want to see the war rage across her features as reluctance battles with desire.

“Should I undo your buttons, or will you do the honours?” Her hands shake as she fumbles with the first. I raise my right hand to cup the side of her face, stroking her soft skin with the pad of my thumb. “That’s the way.”

She raises her gaze to meet mine, unshed tears magnifying her eyes until they’re enormous. Their vibrant green muted by the nearby streetlights.

Tears of pity? Tears of guilt?

Her teeth snag her lip, digging deep marks into the soft skin until it pulses red.

“Keep going.”

Cadence responds better to the order than she managed on her own, working on the next button and the next, until the dress gapes open to her waist. I tug the sides farther apart, flicking another two buttons open so I can hook the material behind her torso, exposing her chest.

She drops her eyes, cheeks flushing crimson until I forget my purpose, blood pulsing, cock thickening, pushing against the gentle weight of her spread thighs.

Her sleeves will trap the straps of her bra if she unhooks it. “Push down your bra,” I order, mouth watering as her breastsspring free of the cups. They’re forced up and out by the restraining underwire, like a delectable offering.

Her obedience is made sweeter by her eyes, still spitting fire, her chin still raised in protest.

My prick throbs again, demanding attention and I tilt my hips to press more firmly against her, catching the quick flutter of her lashes as the friction between us increases.

I enjoy her discomfort. Her reluctance to indulge in anything approaching intimacy.

But Ilovethat her body still responds, tilting her forward so her pussy rides along the firm outline of my cock until I’m dizzy and panting with need.

Those gorgeous tits are so close, bared for me, and my mouth floods with saliva, desperate to suck and lick andbathethem in my spit, teasing those tightening peaks with my tongue.

I compare it with her sleeping response, preferring the lively wriggle of her body.

The joy as she stops fighting and succumbs.

Her pussy bumps against me again and it takes most of my self-control not to tug myself free, roughly scoop those thin panties to the side, and thrust inside her.

My eyes focus instead on the centre of her chest. Where the words scrawled on that first night have faded, barely legible. I swallow, fighting my desire into submission before I run my curled knuckle along the line of text, watching her skin erupt into goosebumps where I touch, shivering in sympathy.

A pinch of regret strikes.

I should have written my name in bold letters when I had the chance.

Her back arches slightly, thrusting her chest closer to mine, her nipples stiffening in anticipation while she cautiously raises her eyes.

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