Page 36 of The Break Out

Step.

“Tell me to leave,” I taunt.

She looks behind me at the front door but doesn’t say anything.

Another step. This one has her back pressed against a wall while our chests are inches apart. Hers is rising and falling with quick breaths, and yet, she still doesn’t say anything.

I close the short distance between our bodies, leaning down so our lips are almost touching, our breath mingling in the air between us. I give her one last opportunity to tell me to leave. To lie about not wanting this, but all she says is, “I hate you.” Right before our mouths crash together in a kiss that practically lights me on fire.

Brynn moans against my mouth, and I take advantage of her parted lips, shoving my tongue into her mouth. Her hands fly up to my shirt, gripping the fabric in her fists and I can feel how she wants to keep fighting me, but doesn’t push me away. Her tongue battles with mine as I consume her. I want more.

My hands grip her ass, pulling her hips flush against me so she can feel how hard I already am for her. She gasps into my mouth as I grind against her. My teeth sink into her bottom lip and I shove my leg between her thighs, feeling how much she wants me through the fabric between us.

I move one of my hands up to her throat, collaring it there, but not cutting off any of her air. My mouth trails across her cheek toward her ear as she presses against my leg, moving against me to get some friction like the filthy little slut I knew she would be for me.

“Such a little liar, Princess. You’re grinding that hot little cunt against me like you’re dying to be fucked.”

“Don’t talk so much,” she breathes.

I nip at her earlobe, and she yelps but presses herself harder against me again.

“Hm, you like a little pain? What else do you like?”

“You to shut up,” she snaps, but her movements haven’t stopped, and I can recognize that she’s chasing her orgasm. Too bad, she’s not going to get that yet.

I chuckle, my breath fanning against her sensitive skin as I look at her, removing my thumb from it’s spot on her throat and rubbing it along her bottom lip pulling it down slightly when my eyes catch on something. I pull her lip down to reveal a tattoo hidden there that makes my smile widen.

Two words etched into the skin of her inner lip in black.Good girl.If I wasn’t hard before I sure as shit am now. “No, I think you’d like to be told what to do. I bet you’re a submissive little slut, aren’t you?”

She gasps and grinds harder. My smile widens.

I knew it.

She’s getting closer to her release, and I can feel it with the way her breathing speeds up under my palm and her rubbing against my leg becomes harder and faster. Instead of letting her get what she wants, I move back to cupping her ass and lifting her up into my arms. She screeches in annoyance.

“Only good girls get to come, and you’ve been a bad lying little brat. So, you can come when I let you, got it?”

She whimpers, and bites my lip like I did to her, but she may have drawn blood, yet it doesn’t stop her from kissing me hard. It certainly doesn’t stop me from carrying her to the bed and dropping her onto it. She bounces and glares at me while rising up onto her elbows.

I reach behind my neck to pull my shirt off. Brynn’s eyes track the movement, especially as she takes in my muscled torso. I work hard for this body, and I know I look fucking good. The tattoos on my arms stretch onto my pecs so the black and white art decorate my skin. She takes me in, eyes bouncing around, and I let her get her fill.

“I like you like this,” I tell her, which has her stopping her exploration so her eyes snap up to mine. “Yeah, you’re so much better to be around when you’re not talking.”

“What the fuck ever,” she scoffs.

I yank her to the edge of the bed by her ankles and she yelps as she collapses. I waste no time pulling off her pants, but leaving her panties in place, the nude color thong that I can see is soaked already.

“Let’s see how you sound screaming and begging for me to let you come.” I dip my head to taste her, but she stops me with a foot on my bare shoulder.

Looking up, I give her a questioning look because I thought we were done with the lies for tonight.

“This is only happening once. I still can’t stand you and this meansnothing,”she says sternly.

I smile. “Whatever you say, Princess.”

Then, I latch my mouth onto her through the soft fabric. She gasps and falls back at the initial contact. She’s right, this means nothing, but she’s wrong about this only happening once. Because I haven’t had my mouth on her fully yet and I know this is happening again. She will be begging for it after I give her the best orgasms of her life.

Too bad she hasn’t earned them yet.

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