Page 45 of Crown of Lies

“You son of a bitch,” she says, pushing at my chest. The fury in her eyes is like a match to gasoline, stoking the flames of my desire. “You think I’m gonna fucking beg for it? You can go to hell. Go fuck yourself.”

I smirk, fire coursing through my veins. This isn’t the first time she’s told me to go to hell, and it sure as hell won’t be the last. But I’m not backing down this time. Not when I can see the desire burning just as hot in her eyes.

“I’d rather fuck you.” Yeah, I’m teasing her as much as she’s tempting me right now, but she fucking deserves it. I’m still pissed off from the way she said I had no claim on her, how easily it rolled off her tongue.

I’m still pissed about other things too. Thoughts and feelings I keep trying to push aside, only to have them bubble back up at the worst fucking time.

Like now.

Her lips part on a sharp inhale, and in that moment, I strike. I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, devouring her with an intensity that matches the storm raging inside me.

She fights me, scratching at my shoulders, then tries pushing me away only to pull me right back. But I’m not willing to play these little games for much longer.

I want her. I know she wants me. I’m going to have her.

Pinning her hands above her head, I hold her captive as I plunder her mouth.

When I finally pull away, we’re both breathless, our chests heaving. I glare down at her, my eyes dark with possessiveness. “You ready to take my cock now? Or do you want to keep pretending like you don’t need it? Like you haven’t been fucking dreaming about it?”

A shiver runs through her, and I know I’ve called it exactly right. I lean down, my mouth hovering over her ear. “Let’s see how long you can keep up that attitude.”

She bucks her hips, a taunt and an invitation all in one. “Fuck you, Atlas. I don’t need this. Not from you.”

I chuckle darkly, my thumb and forefinger closing around one taut nipple. I twist and tug, loving the way she writhes beneath me. “Oh, you need it alright. You’re just too goddamn stubborn to admit it.”

My fingers move to the other nipple, pinching and tugging until she’s squirming and gasping, each exhale a short, sharpburst. I can feel her desire radiating off her in waves, mixing with the heat of my anger.

I’m gonna make her feel good. Really fucking good. But I’m gonna make it hurt too. I know she can take it, but more importantly?

I know that’s how she wants it.

I rock back on me heels and tug at her jeans, pulling her panties down a few inches at the same time. There’s a flash of uncertainty in her eyes now, and the sight of it sends a rush of satisfaction through me. Good. I want her off-balance, anticipating what I’m going to do as I expose more and more of her body with each tug of the tight denim she’s wearing.

Her hands fly to cover herself, but I slap them away.

“None of that,” I growl. “I wanna see all of you.”

Her eyes flash with defiance, but I don’t give a shit about that right now. In one swift move, I rip her jeans and panties the rest of the way off, baring her completely. She’s wet and glistening, and the sight of her like that punches me right in the gut.

She doesn’t need to tell me how badly she wants this. I can see it with my own two eyes.

Still, I want to hear her say it.

I lean down, my breath hot against her sensitive skin as I nuzzle her inner thigh. “Look at you,” I murmur, my lips brushing her flesh. “So fucking wet for me.”

“Oh fuck,” she moans, squirming beneath me.

“Beg me,” I demand, my voice low and rough. “Beg me to taste you.”

She hesitates, biting her lip as she grapples with her defiance and her need. I reward that hesitation with a nip to her inner thigh, just hard enough to sting.

“Say my name,” I tell her, my voice a low growl. “You say it, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Her eyes blaze at me, but she doesn’t say a word. Not the one I want to hear, anyway. She’s too damn stubborn for her own good.

“Fine,” I say, straightening up. “Be that way.”

I step back, folding my arms over my chest. “You wanna keep this game going, that’s fine by me. But no more touching until you come crawling to me.”

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