Page 151 of House of Lilith

I block his hand before it can slide under. “You wish,” I drawl, and my jaw is clenching but I’m breathless, eager to get his reaction.Anythingbut indifference, please.

He presses me tighter to the door with his forearm, gets in my face and growls, “I don’twish. I make it happen.”

It makes me start burning up, that rough finality in his voice that I’ve heard once before. And I let him get his hand between my legs and he starts working me with his fingers, roughly, and it still makes me go wet and a moan almost escapes me, but I want more. I want all of it, I want all of his anger, however much I can get.

So I find myself starting to put up a fight again, my teeth gritted as I say, “Get your filthy hands off me.”

At that, he abruptly lets go of me, shoots me an angry look and grabs me by the ass with both hands, pressing my crotch to his, so I can feel exactly how hard he is. “Oh you pretend you don’t,” he growls in my ear, “but you want it, don’t you, you manipulative little vixen. Youwantmy dick inside you.”

Fuck, I think to myself, getting more turned on by the second. I muster all my strength, I fight him off and I shove him, hard, so he stumbles back a little. “We have the Game, youasshole,” I say through gritted teeth.

His chest heaving, for a second, he just throws daggers at me. “What did you call me?” comes a breathless, menacing whisper.

It makes me want to lick my lips. “Asshole,” I repeat, slowly and angrily mouthing the word.

He grits his teeth, lust and anger twisting his face. “Yeah?” Then he turns me around like I’m a rag doll, marches me to the nearest table with my back pressed to his, and pushes my head down with his hand to bend me over. “You’re about to start singing a different tune.”

And I’m getting choked-up with desire, but I still snap, “Yeah, well, you’re all talk.”

I hear him expel an angry breath, right before he strips me, does two rough kicks with his knee to spread my legs and then wraps his hand around my neck. I bite my lip and I dig my nails into the table, the anticipation making me lose my breath. But the next thing I know, he’s already pushing himself inside me, more roughly than ever, and I’m letting out a shaky breath immediately followed by a moan.

“Now that’s more like it,” he leans to drawl through gritted teeth. “Just with a lot morebegging.” And he takes his dick out of me only to forcefully start sliding it up and down my pussy. “And beg youwill, Romanov,” he keeps drawling, the roughness in his voice making shivers of pleasure run down my spine, “beg me to fuck you harder, and beg me to fill your hot little pussy with my cum till it can’t take no more.”

“Yes, please,” I find myself breathing out, eager to get him to make good on that.

He grabs me by the hair and pulls my cheek to his lips, his voice rough and breathless as he echoes, “Please? Didn’t know you could be such a good,goodgirl.”

Oh fuck, I think as the words make me go even more desperate for him. Then he finally pushes himself back inside me and starts thrusting, one hand still grabbing my hair while the other one starts roaming over my back and my ass and my chest, squeezing so hard, it hurts, but feeling so good, it makes my eyes start rolling back.

“Fuck,” I curse in a low voice as my body urges me to get him deeper inside me.

“What’s that?” he demands as he stops abruptly, his breathing ragged. “Couldn’t hear you over all themoaning.”

“Harder,” I plead, no longer giving a single fuck, “fuck me harder.”

And that makes him let out this dragged-out groan, tightening his grip on me as he starts thrusting even faster.

But it’s at the very next moment that my entire body stiffens, like someone threw a bucket of cold water at me.

A smell. What’s that smell?

*

Suddenly panicking, I squirm to make him stop and he gets out of me, stiffening as we both rush to get dressed and turn to the door.

And there he is, standing in the doorway with his hand on the doorknob, staring at us with this indecipherable look in his eyes.

“Max,” I breathe out, feeling hot blood rush to my face.

And it’s then that I realize I still haven’t pulled my pants all the way up, but the next thing I know, I have Dahrian, fully dressed, pressing his back into me, his broad shoulders shielding me entirely.

I grab onto his uniform, pressing my forehead to him, and his body seems to be vibrating with rage, but it’s so comforting, the warmth spreading from it, that I get this urge to keep hiding behind it.

Gritting my teeth, I decide not to be a little bitch.

And I quickly fix my uniform and I step out from behind him, catching this pissed-off frown he throws me before I force myself to look my ex fiance in the eye.

“Taking a break from looking for the bathroom?” he asks, his voice not mocking at all, but still making Dahrian let out a growl from behind my back.

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