Page 53 of Dark & Deceitful

I don’t want to.

It complicates things.

This is already complicated enough.

“Sweetheart.” Once again, the jerk looks at me like I’m cute, and it does nothing but make my hackles rise.

“What?” I glare, knowing damn well he’s gonna say something stupid.

Dark brackets his hands on the wall on either side of my head and looks down at me from his imposing height. “Do I need to say it? It’s gonna make me sound like an asshole.”

Refusing to be intimidated by anyone, especially him, I tip my head back and meet his cocky gaze with a fire stoking my own. “You’re already an asshole. So, you might as well say whatever you wanna say.”

“Who knows your body better than I do?” His brows waggle suggestively.

Oh. Fuck him. That’s a low blow. I know it. He knows it. That’s not fair.

“Shut up,” I growl.

A single brow arches, and the tiniest smirk hooks at the corner of Dark’s lip. “Admit it,” he goads like the dick he is.

A high-pitched, irritated noise wrenches out of my throat. “Fine.” I shove him in the chest, but the bastard doesn’t move an inch. “That might be half-true,” I lie. It’s more than half-true. It’s true. You don’t spend two decades with a man and him not know your body inside and out.

Dark draws a single finger down my cheek and neck. Stopping at my collarbone, he traces across the delicate line and down the front of my chest to the valley between my breasts. “Then let me do what I do best. It doesn’t have to mean anything to you. It’s just sex. It’s just a cock.” Said member flexes and brushes my stomach.

“You mean touch the world’s biggest asshole’s cock?” I snort at my terrible jibe, then sober because this is serious. “You know I’m gonna need therapy after this, right? I was celibate for two years after what you did. I’ve only just started having regular sex in the last year or so. This is gonna?—”

“Be amazing,” he finishes with a cavalier smile that shouldn’t be as panty-melting as it is.

“No.”

“Yes.” To further prove a point, Dark presses his heavy, muscled body to mine and traps his hardened length against my belly. His eyes bore into me. “I love you. Let your husband take care of his wife.”

“I hate you,” I mutter.

My ex shakes his head as if he doesn’t believe me. “Consent, Kali. Give it to me. Tell me. Dark, I want you to fuck me. Dark, I want your cock in my mouth.”

“No.” I turn my head away, unable to look at him. I don’t want to. I don’t want to say anything. I want him to go away.

He drags his nose up my cheek and pauses at my ear, where he whispers, “Say. It.”

“No.” I’d rather swallow the semen of a thousand whale dicks than say it.

Nipping my lobe, Dark draws back, grips my throat, and forces me to look at him. “Tell me, dammit.” He applies pressure. Just a little. A squeeze. An assertion of dominance.

Swallowing under his hold, I blink up at him in defiance. No. I won’t tell him. I won’t agree to this. Even if my pussy clenches in need. Even if I want him in my mouth again. I hate him for making me even want it. I hate him for everything. Why do I still find him attractive? Even that’s annoying and pisses me off.

Not backing down, my ex puts his face in mine. “I will fuck you tonight. You will come on my cock. Do you hear me, you stubborn, fuckin’ woman? Do you fuckin’ hear me?”

“Try it,” I dare. Try. It.

It’s one thing to get away with fingering me in public, where I can’t break character. It’s quite another when we’re in the bedroom together. Where I have the upper hand. Angry with this entire day, I bite his bottom lip. Snapping it between my teeth, I draw blood, and Dark moans so loud the sound reverberates through the bathroom as he grinds his cock against my wet stomach.

The metallic tang lingers on my tongue as I reach up and grip his throat, too. I don’t know who moves first, me or him, but the tension snaps like a rubber band, and suddenly we’re kissing, tongues dueling for supremacy, as we touch everywhere. His hands grip my ass and lift me until I wrap my legs around hiswaist. His cock nestles against my pussy lips as we fumble out of the shower and drip water across the floor, our mouths fused in explosive hunger.

In the bedroom, Dark drops my back onto the bed with a bounce, and he’s there with me. Reaching between us, he pulls back just enough to sheath himself in my heat, and I’m a goner. Neck elongating, my eyes slam shut, and I sob into our kiss as he drives home. It’s glorious. It’s hell. It’s the best worst decision of my life, but right now, I don’t care. I wrap my legs around him, dig my heels into his muscular ass, shut off the logical parts of my brain, and let him have his way with me, consequences and guilt be damned.

“Fuck,” Dark growls into our kiss. “Fuck.” He wrenches his lips away and stares down at me. A tear leaks out of the corner of his eye. “Fuck.” He swallows thickly and licks his bottom lip, where I drew blood.

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