Page 93 of Queen Of Dark Money

Iwas a train off the rails, and ifIdidn’t hit sand soon,I’dplow into a placeIdidn’t want to be.Andthe collateral damage might be substantial.

Hishand slipped to my throat, gripping tightly, cutting off my air as he watched me, studied my face for signs of a lie. “Whosecologne is that on your skin, bitch?”

Likea switch had been flipped in him, he turned from playful to threatening in a heartbeat, his words growled with malice and ill intent.Weweren’t taunting each other anymore.Wewere playing with fire.Andone of us was guaranteed to burn.

“I’llnever tell,”Iwhispered around his arm, grinning widely as the rage spread over his face, his hand on my throat tightening.

Jokewas on him, erotic asphyxiation was a kink of mine.Breathplay?Yes, sir.

“Soyou’re a whore.”

Notgonna lie, that one hurt a little.Iwasn’t a whore; hell, beforeDomwalked in on me and wrecked me on his spare bed,Ihadn’t had a man in quite a fucking while.Years, even.Betweenthree jobs, my mom, and sleep, there was no such thing as free time.

Iwas as far away from being a whore as one could be.

Soto be called one becauseI’dhad sex for the first time in forever—well, it stung.

“Awhore who won’t fuck you,”Iground out, wanting to dig that knife into his side just a little deeper.He’dhurt me;Iwanted to hurt him back as much asIcould.

Thereit was again, that flicker of recognition, of pure hatred, flashing across his features before he schooled himself and calmed down. “YouthinkIwant you to touch my cock?”Hegripped himself with his free hand, andIglanced down around his hand to find him sporting a sizeable dick in those pants. “I’drather chop it off, bitch.”

“Goodthing, because if you put it in my mouth,I’dprobably bite the little thing off,”Icountered, wrenching myself from his grip. “Keepyour filthy hands off me,Rafe.”

“Oh, my name sounds so pretty coming from your dirty mouth.”Hiseyes watched me as that hand reached out again, gripping me by the back of the neck this time.Iwas pinned; there was nowhere for me to go, but that didn’t meanIwas going down without a fight. “Sayit again.”

“Getfucked,”Iscreamed, kneeing him in the balls asItwisted out of his grip and spun on a dime to make a run for it.

Ihadn’t expected him to reach out and yank me back by the hair, wrapping it around his fist as my head jerked back andIrecoiled against his chest.Icould feel him breathing against my back—in, out, a steady rhythm that had barely sped up with the exertion he’d put forth.

Iscreeched in protest as he forced my head back so he could look down into my eyes with that feral, unhinged smirk, teeth bared, eyes wild.Myblood raced through my veins, my heart beating wildly out of my chest.

“Iplan to,” he growled, before his lips descended on mine.

I’dalways viewed kissing as an intimate thing, between two people who cared for each other or wanted to get to know each other better.Akiss tells you a lot about a person and who they are at their core.

Rafe’skiss told me exactly whatIalready knew.Hewas reckless, danger on legs, a walking red flag that had more layers than an onion.Butbeneath the bravado, there was a neediness to him, a desperation that played out in the way his tongue plundered my mouth, forcing its way between my teeth to taunt my own.Hefucked my mouth with his, little breathless moans slipping out from between our lips as we fought not with words, but with the lust that had been lying dormant between the two of us sinceIwatched him slam into another man and take a dick just as well, all in one session.

“Youthink you’re so hot,”Ibreathed against his lips, shoving away soIcould turn to face him. “Youthink you’re the topdog here, don’t you?”Myhands fisted in his shirt asIspun him around, backing him up against the car this time. “Ihave a news flash for you, buddy.Youwanted to know who touched me first?”Igrinned at the narrowing of his eyes, leaning in to whisper in his ear, my hands on top of his on the hood of the car. “Whydon’tItell you how goodDomis in the sack?HowmuchIwanted his dick.Howloud he made me.Howhot it was when he came–”

“Youbitch–”

Hetried to shove me, butIwasn’t going anywhere.I’dshifted into dominant mode, andIwasn’t going to be toyed with.

“Ifanyone’s the bitch here, it’s you.AndI’llprove it to you.”

Ireached up and slapped him across the face, his laughing snarl driving me on asItangled one hand in his hair and pulled his head back, climbing atop him on that car, dragging him with me.Inipped at his throat like a hungry beast, working my way down untilIran into his collar.

AndthenIwent further, twisting my nails in his tee untilIcould feel the threads giving way beneath my fingertips, andIripped in both directions at once, tearing it straight down the middle.

“Fuck,” he muttered, panting wildly asIgripped his hair again, yanking him back to show him who was in control. “Fuck.”

“Caitgot your tongue,Rafe?”Iteased him with little kitten licks along his collarbone, going lower to tease a nipple.Hewas more responsive than a woman, arching his back so pretty for me asIgrinned and rolled it between my teeth, relishing the powerIhad taken from him.

Ineeded this.Sure,I’djust been fucked hours ago, but with the flight for my life, the car crash, and the subsequent back and forth with this infuriating man,Ineeded a release.Ineededsomething to ground me.Andsex seemed to be the only wayI’davoid breaking down.

I’dtake a look at the emotionsIwas using it to hide from later.

Rightnow,Ineeded stability.AndIneeded to fuck, to forget my own damn name and be someone else for a moment.

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