Page 75 of Fire Fight

Cadence resumes struggling,though she must know it’s useless. The twist of her shoulders makes me wince in sympathy, then I stifle the sensation.

She handed my mother the weapon she used to kill herself.

I’m desperate for her, but until I get oversight of the full part she played, I can’t afford to succumb to the hunger inside me.

I’ve given her an ultimatum but as her scent rises from the lacy panties balled in my fist, I’m desperate for her to refuse. To let me take the penalty and slide her wet pussy over my straining cock until we’re joined. To feel her heat wrapped around me, riding me until she’s coming on my dick instead of my fingers, me pumping cum inside her instead of leaving sad stains inside my clothes.

Each time I drive the fantasy from my head, it comes back stronger.

My heart is tearing from my body with how much I want her, and I hate how she’s the one restrained but I’m the one who’s trapped.

I run my palm over her bare hip, forcing my emotions back as I watch the need flicker in her eyes.

When I run the blade over her skin, she shivers, and it stirs my excitement to see the fear warring with desire. I stroke further, caressing the plump curves of her arse next, letting out a low groan that makes her shoulders hunch and the muscles in her thighs clamp tight either side.

My eyes close and I fight to swallow as sensations flood me, every part of me attuned to exactly how it would feel to push inside her.

I sublimate the craving and this time it’s a little easier.

I can do this. All I have to do is to calm myself. To focus on what I need from her now and leave the rest for later.

Then my fingertips brush against the wet lips of her pussy and my hunger explodes. My arm clamps her in place as I arch my back to rub against her. The friction intensifies my cravings until I shake with need.

“No,” Cadence whimpers and the soft rebuttal makes me harder. I pull her head against my chest, playing with her hair.

Losing my focus.

“No,” she repeats in a panicked tone while her arousal drips over my fingers. “This isn’t what you said.”

“You’re right,” I agree in a calm voice. “It wasn’t.” My tone lightens, menace lurking in my soft tones. “It would be such a shame to take me like this, wouldn’t it?” Her head whips to the side as I nuzzle into her neck, my mouth sucking her lobe before whispering, “With no input and no control.”

A shudder ripples through her body as my hand caresses her hip, her arse, her pussy; each stroke encompassing more of her bare skin, embedding each curve in my memory to replay at my leisure.

“Please …” She hangs her head like that one word diminishes her to nothing. Her cheeks fill with colour as I run my finger along her slit, gliding through a spill of desire.

Even when she acts like she hates me, her body still reacts to my touch.

“Don’t lie to me,” I say in my softest voice. Her eyes cut to the side in such an obvious tell, that I burst out laughing. “Just be honest and I won’t have to hurt you. I won’t have to take a steeper forfeit.”

I reach up, playing with her hair.

“You’re in control right now,” I remind her. “It mightn’t feel like it, but you’re the one who gets to choose what happens next. If we have a nice, honest conversation or if I stuff those panties into your mouth and take you as roughly as I want.”

She closes her eyes, wincing. “You arsehole.”

“Mm. Arsehole.” I let my finger move away from her delicious cunt to spread her natural lube around the hole in question. Her thighs clench against the intrusion, giving me a dizzying insight into how hard those legs would squeeze as they wrap around my hips. “That’s an idea.”

“Let me go and I’ll tell you.”

I chuckle and the sound vibrates with danger. “I’m happy like this, and you don’t have any leverage.”

The fight drains, and she slumps forward, head hanging. “I don’t know who Madelaine Summers is. The pills came from a pharmacy.”

“No shit.” It was a legal printed label I fished from the trash next to my mother’s cooling body, but the address was torn off because someone knew what they were doing was wrong. I rub my thumb along her windpipe. “Maybe offer a hint to which one.”

“When you tell me why you care.”

My lips curl into a smile against her cheek. “You might be in control of whether I continue or stop, but I’m the one who makes the rules.”

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