Page 100 of Contention

He looks as good as cold water in the desert. The picture of elegance with his cheekbones and sharp nose, glittering blue eyes. He certainly doesn’t look like he feels guilty aboutanything. Rage flashes through Kara, making her vision black and red, like she’s stepping off a grindhouse movie set.

She storms up to him, slapping him across the face with her full strength, snarling, “You paid that fucking judge off, didn’t you? You goddamn slime!”

Nick’s cheekbone is turning red with her hand print. His jaw tightens precariously. “You have no proof.”

Grinding her teeth together, she comes at him again, shoving him back against the dresser. “I don’t need proof. This has you written all over it. How guilty is your client, huh,Nicky? Guilty enough that you’re willing to pay the judge off to get his case overlooked? Can’t win the honest way, can you?Pathetic.”

An ugly emotion grows in his eyes, her words snapping something inside of him. “I wasn’t about to let a lying whore smear his name when she’s willing been enjoying his club. I have no regrets.” He grabs her wrist hard, hard enough to bruise, and flings her towards the giant California king bed. “Now, get out of my face and get your ass on that bed.”

“You’re fucked if you think I’m going to touch you,” Kara hisses as she crashes against the foot of the bed.

He mimics her mockingly. “You’re fucked if you think I care.”

Seeing his intent, Kara gets to her feet and tries to make a dash for the door. Nick catches her before she even gets three steps away from the mattress. She yells in outrage and futility, even as he tosses her onto her back, pulling down her pencil skirt roughly.

Genuinely furious, Kara hollers, “You’re disgusting! Stop it.”

Tearing away her underwear, he mocks her, “Stop it.Stop it, Nick. Your pussy is waiting to be fucked, don’t pretend any differently. Look at how you dressed; you’re practically begging for it.”

The rabid pound of blood in her temple is excruciating; she’s livid.

She wet, always seem wet when she’s with him, even if she wants to be or not. It’s like her body knows how it wants to respond around him. When he exposes his erect cock, thick and veiny, he’s able to shove the head in with only a few attempts. Her slick helps ease the way for him as he eases more of his girth into her, grunting.

Her insides flutter around him with sick excitement and Kara briefly hates herself for enjoying it. She’s furious with him, angry at his back-stabbing. Yet, here she is, enjoying his cock filling her up, the way he grinds down onto her clit.

It’s violent, filthy, loud. He pulls her hair. She uses her nails to cut up his arms, leaving bleeding cuts.

The headboard is slamming into the wall and he fucks Kara into the sheets, pushing into her tight channel.

Kara’s riding on her own anger, like liquid flame just coiling under her ribcage. Her fingernails dig deep, painful grooves into his skin, her teeth sinking into the flesh above his disgusting, rotted heart, having ripped open his button-down shirt.

The buttons lie forgotten on the floor.

The monster is delighted by her vicious response to him, charmed. “God,” he groans lowly. “I love being under your teeth.”

She bites down harder, wanting to pierce his skin, scar him forever. With a snarl, he flips her onto her belly, slamming back into her from behind. Kara tightens around him, the new angle sharp and deep.

Oh, she hates him for this. Shedespiseshim.

He grunts as he humps into her faster, ever faster, the sound of their flesh colliding loud in the open room. His balls slap against her swollen pussy and Kara digs her fingers into the sheets, moaning, little noises in time to the rhythm of his hips.

It’s almost too hard, too fast, but Kara’s angry emotions hide what may actually be pain mixed with pleasure. When he shifts her hips upwards, he slams into her bundle of nerves, sending her spasming around his cock. Kara shrieks in surprised ecstasy, the orgasm catching her completely unawares.

“That’s right, cum on my cock,” he growls thickly, hands on her tits as he humps into her, riding her spasming channel. “Show me how much you love me wrecking you.”

She gushes obscenely, her wetness leaking out around his thrusting girth. She’s not even surprised anymore; she’s used to that with him. She’s ashamed and aroused, a filthy mix.

“That’s so hot, you slut,” he rasps, rough like a cat’s tongue. “You squirt like a pornstar for me.”

Moments later, he slams in deep, his cock pulsing inside of her, filling her with cum. He grinds into her from behind, getting as deep as he can, as if he wants to shove his cock up into her womb. He groans filthily, then collapses on her back, sated.

They lie there, panting. Kara can feel the beat of his heart on her spine, racing. His weight presses her down possessively, his cock slowly softening inside her. Eyes shut tight, Kara pretends she’s elsewhere, that she’s not here with him, hopes that if she plays dead he’ll go away.

She feels betrayed.

After a few moments, he pulls away, slipping out of her as he does so. He lies on his back beside her, his legs hanging off the bed. His hand works its way into her hair gently, caressing her wavy strands. “Kara?”

She doesn’t reply, feels her teeth grind. Her eyes are burning.

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