Page 3 of Judgment Day

Again, she shook her head as she moved her body against him.

“Are you not talking to me now?” he asked.

Water dripped onto his chest when she shook her head again. Pushing her damp hair out of her face, she continued to stare at the wall as she rolled her hips. Scar rubbed his hands up and down her thighs as she rubbed her pussy along his cock. He didn’t have to be inside her to enjoy the feel of her heat.

Just having it pressed against him was enough to have him yearning for her. But he needed more than that right now. He needed to be in her. He needed to feel her walls clutching him as he fucked her. He wanted to hear her moan his name.

“There’s no point in denying it. I can tell when you’re mad,” he told her. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

No reply.Stubborn ass. If she thought she could ignore him, she was wrong. He lifted his hips, pushing against her pussy. Scar held in his groan. Damn, she was already wet. And he wasn’t talking wet from her shower. Her slick heat glided across his cock when he pushed against her again.

His body jerked. Or was that hers? With her eyes on the wall, his chocolate bit her bottom lip. Scar smiled.You can run, but you can’t hide.Her body couldn’t ignore what it was feeling. It couldn’t ignore him. And he was going to make sure of it. Her eyes widened when he sat up, but she still didn’t look his way.

With her nipples pressed against his chest, she ceased moving. Scar instantly missed the feel of her pussy rubbing against his hardness. Not one to be deterred easily, he trailed his hands around her body until he was gripping her ass. Again, her eyes widened briefly, yet she made no sound nor looked his way.

Scar rocked against her. Kneading her ass, he pulled her body forward to meet his thrusts. Her gaze never strayed from the wall. However, her hands were now clenched at her sides as she tried to ignore him. She’d already failed at that mission. She just didn’t know it yet. It was time to teach his little Timeless Agent a lesson.

Scar maneuvered his body quickly, not wanting to give her a chance to push him away. Still gripping her ass and holding her close, he moved to his knees. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned to the side, nearly falling over. Holding her close, he managed to come to his knees without shaming himself.

He blamed his near-fall on the wounds he’d gotten when fighting the insane Elliott Windham, better known as Victor. Anger nearly consumed him each time he thought of that bastard and what he’d done to not only him, but his family and Exa also. If he could murder him all over again, he would.

Since he couldn’t, he took comfort in the fact that the pyscho would no longer be stealing faces or hearts. He was dead. His body had been burned to ash along with the entire operation he’d had hidden in the woods down in Texas. Fortunately, this time, no one he loved had died at the hands of Victor.

Like him, they’d come out battered and bruised, but alive. Even though Novak had yet to clear him for moving around, Scar felt fine. His wounds were nearly healed now, thanks to the meds he’d been given from the Timeless stash. His energy was back. And he could walk without limping.

And according to his woman, if he could walk without limping, that meant he could fuck without reopening his wounds. Not one to argue with her logic, he went along with whatever his woman said. So, despite telling Novak that he and Exa weren’t doing anything strenuous in the bedroom, this would be their second time fucking since the fight.

How could Novak expect Scar to follow his order when he was sleeping next to a woman like Exa every night? If she wasn’t so damn sexy, maybe he’d be able to resist her and focus on healing fully. Since he couldn’t resist her, there was no way he was going to let her resist or ignore him.

Which was exactly what she was trying to do right now. Though her arms were around his neck, her eyes were still on the wall. On his knees, he leaned forward with her until her body was touching the bed. She could no longer stare at the wall behind him. Instead, his stubborn ass woman stared up at the ceiling.

She honestly thought she could ignore him. He was done playing nice. Scar moved back a little, putting enough space between them so he could flip her over onto her stomach. A yelp escaped her. Kneeling between her thighs, he lowered his body to hers, nestling cock against her ass. Hands on either side of her head, he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Let’s see how long you can continue ignoring me, chocolate.”

She rolled her eyes.

Yeah, it was definitely time to teach her a lesson.

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