Page 7 of Brick

The anger wells up in me so fast, and I don’t have anything to do with it besides let it out.

I raise my other hand and smack him hard across his face. It’s so hard, in fact, my fingertips tingle from the force of it.

His face barely moves to the side. His eyes stay down for a moment, and in that very same moment, I think I’ve gotten him to think better of what he said.

Boy, am I wrong.

He slowly raises his eyes back up to mine, and I see a scary brutality simmering in those dark orbs.

I’m not going to show him my fear.

"Do that again, and you’re going to regret it."

Is that a fucking threat? Does the man know nothing about me? I’m the same person who will jump off a bridge simply because someone told me not to. I will never be commanded to do anything, especially by a man.

It feels like a challenge, and it’s one I have no problem stepping up to.

I pull my free hand back again and slam my palm against his face.

Brick snarls, and before I can react to what is going on, his lips are pressed against mine.

Here I am thinking he could possibly hit me back. Seems like that’s not what he had in mind at all.

He’s possessing me, siphoning every ounce of strength and willpower I have out of my body. His lips are rough, just like the rest of his body, but there’s a bit of gentleness there. It’s an intoxicating contradiction, and I can feel my resolve melting away like ice under the sun.

It takes me more than just a few seconds to figure out what’s going on, but when I do, I fight back.

This isn’t what I’m here for. I don’t care that it’s been more than a few years since anyone has kissed me or that no one has ever made my toes curl the way he is right now.

I try to pull away, but he doesn’t let up, so instead, I pull on one of his lips and bite down hard.

"Fuck!" He curses before he threads his fingers into my hair and yanks hard. The pain is so intense my mouth pops open, and he snakes his tongue inside.

I mean to scream or push him away again, but instead, I moan as I let him take me. The ferocity of the kiss is so intense it takes my breath away, and as he is so expertly proving that I lost this round, I’m nearly swooning in his arms.

This is so wrong. I don’t want anything to do with him or his kind. I’ve spent my entire life trying to stay away from people like him, but as he kisses me, all I can think about is how good it feels. Finally, to have someone else take control.

The heat of his body against mine ignites a fire deep within me, a longing I didn’t know I had. It’s as if every kiss is a challenge, a dance of dominance and submission that leaves me dizzy and craving more.

I’m stuck in a whirlwind that is Brick when he suddenly pulls away, leaving me unsteady and breathless. I want more. Like a decadent piece of chocolate, there’s no way I can stay away.

I feel my body leaning back in, but he tightens his grip on my hair.

"This is how you will be punished, sweetness. Keep testing me; I want you to." He leans forward but doesn’t let his lips meet mine. Instead, he rubs his whiskered face against mine, causing my entire body to tremble.

I feel like a reprimanded child. I want to throw a temper tantrum and demand that he go back to kissing me, but that would mean I’d have to admit that he’s beating me. It’ll never happen.

I fight to get my breathing back under control as he slowly lets go of my hair and backs away.

"You going to keep your hands to yourself now?" he questions, and I narrow my eyes at him. After I give a small nod, he goes back to taking care of my injured arm as if nothing had happened between us.

My focus should be on finding Wendy, so why is it all I can think about another way to piss Brick off? If my punishment is more of those kisses, I don’t think I’m going to mind being his enemy.

Four

Brick

I knewI fucked up the second my lips touched hers. It took every last bit of my willpower not to kiss her, especially when it was so clear that she wanted me to. She’s so fucking ready for me; I would bet money that she was soaking through her panties right now.

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