Page 36 of Once Upon A Sale

“Get the fuck off me.” Her words are spoken through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowed to slits.

“If I get off you, do you swear not to try and kill me?” Restraining her is fun, but only when the promise of pleasure is the end goal. Not murder.

“Yes.” It’s short, clipped, and I don’t fully believe her, but I slowly begin to stand anyway, my hands on her wrists being the last place I touch her body.

“Okay. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Not like my raging fucking dick. It’s really not getting the message that this is not supposed to be fun. “Look, I get that you’re pissed. You have this whole mission going on with your girls.” I’m fully standing now, but I’ve put the small round table and chairs between us, and I watch as her face contorts in anger as she gets up from the floor. “I’m a bad man. I’ve done bad things. Yes, I’m invol—”

Another scream rips from her throat as she charges me, but instead of rounding the table, she picks up an empty mug and throws it at my head. I manage to duck in time for it to miss me, but it was fucking close, and now I’m getting angry.

If she would just fucking listen to me, we could talk this shit out.

“Now that was just unnecessary, Ophelia.”

“I’ll tell you what’s unnecessary.” She moves to the kitchen countertop and picks up the kettle. “This is unnecessary.” It flies through the air toward me so fast I barely move in time. But also, what the fuck? “And this is unnecessary.” She throws the sandwiches she was making, followed by the plates, and they smash into pieces with a loud crash against the wooden floorboards. She’s sexy when she’s angry, but I’m trying to remain calm because she hasn’t thrown the knife yet. I know she’s got a damn good aim so I’m holding on to the knowledge that she really doesn’t want to hurt me. “And this is very unnecessary.”

My eyes widen in horror when she picks up the box of teabags and begins ripping them up before also throwing them toward me. They don’t go far, the herbs sprinkling all over the kitchen instead. It’s like her own version of the Boston Tea Party in here!

She’s lucky I’ve already had my morning tea and we’re leaving here tonight.

“Ophelia.” Her name is a warning on my lips, but it only angers her more and she screams out her frustration before leaping onto the table between us.

She’s quick to jump off, aiming to take me down with the force of her movement, but I catch her by the thighs and remain standing. Her fingers claw at my arms and she kicks at my back with her feet.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!”

“No you’re fucking not!” My tone is assertive and louder than I wanted, but she’s pissing me the fuck off.

I slam her back down onto the table then grapple with her wrists, claiming the knife for myself.

“Now calm the fuck down, Ophelia.”

“Never!”

“Oh fuck this shit.” I throw the knife to the other side of the room and slam my lips to hers, with her wrists pinned to the table on either side of her head. She fights me, but eventually opens her mouth, allowing me entrance, then our tongues battle.

She squirms half-heartedly beneath me, but I sense it’s to get some friction between her legs more than anything. Forcing her knees apart with my body, I chance letting go of one of her wrists to push down and step out of my boxers, but she uses the moment to her advantage, gripping my forearm and scraping her nails across my skin.

It stings so I let go of her other wrist, giving her the opportunity to sit up and push me back. She slams her palms against my chest and keeps pushing until my back hits a wall, sending a picture frame crashing to the floor. There, she forcefully pushes her lips to mine and kisses the fuck out of me, all the while clawing at my shoulders.

Growling low, I bend slightly and grab her thighs, lifting her and spinning us so her back smashes against the wall. I slam into her without a second thought, and she’s fucking soaked so my dick just slides right on in. She rips her lips away from mine and growls back at me, biting my neck, my shoulder, all while leaving her marks across my back and fucking me just as much as I’m fucking her.

I piston in and out of her wet cunt, reminding her why a conversation is the way forward here. We’re too fucking good together to give this up.

Gripping her throat, I bring her mouth back to mine and bite her lip, close to drawing blood but not quite. We fuck hard, we fuck fast, and I know her orgasm is close because her pussy walls are strangling my cock, making it near-impossible not to blow my load before she comes. On her thigh, my fingers dig into her, squeezing so hard I know it’ll bruise, as I pound into her, biting and sucking on her tongue and putting just the right amount of pressure on her throat.

She comes on a loud scream and I quickly follow, thrusting deep as my cum decorates the inside of her pussy.

Before she has the chance to argue more or to start another fight, I drop my hold on her, twist her around, and put her in a chokehold. My dick is getting hard again, pushing against her arse cheeks as she scratches at my arm to get away. That’s not happening.

Her movements slow and she passes out. I only have up to a minute before she regains consciousness, so I rush her up to the bedroom where my bag of toys are and begin with her wrists.

As I’m securing her foot cuffs to the bed, she stirs awake and realizes what’s happening immediately.

“What the actual fuck?”

Chapter Fifteen

Ophelia

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