Page 122 of Vicious Addictions

“Dip,” I order her softly so I can rinse the shampoo out of her hair. She does this a few times until it’s nice and clean.

I then slant her head back and lay it on my lap, her hair drenching the fabric of my pants.

“What are you doing?” she asks, wide-eyed.

“Looking at you.”

Her forehead creases, but she doesn’t move a muscle, letting my fingers trail over her gorgeous face.

“You’re just as beautiful as I remember,” I rush to say softly, running the pads of my fingers over her temple, nose, cheeks, and chin, trying to reacquaint myself with every new freckle, new perfect imperfection on her flawless face.

“Let go,” she says when my eyes lower to her lips.

I do as she says, but I don’t dare leave my spot.

“Best you check on whoever you have babysitting the twins downstairs,” she advises. “If I know my cousins, they’re getting restless right about now.”

“If that’s your not-so-subtle way of telling me to get lost, I’m not leaving.”

“I can’t understand why not. You shouldn’t even be here,” she says, with little heat in her voice.

“There are a lot of things I shouldn’t be doing,” I murmur, my eyes locked on her as my arm stretches out to grab her breast, giving it a hard squeeze. And when she arches her back, I take full advantage of the moment. “This, for one.” And then I crash my lips on hers.

Unsatisfied with just one kiss, I jump into the tub, grab her by the nape of her neck, and kiss her as if my very life depends on it.

At first, she struggles to escape my grip, and though she’s grown more fierce than I remember her to be, she still can’t match my strength. She bites my lower lip hard, coaxing blood to trickle down my chin.

“Bite me. Fight me. Hurt me. I don’t care. This shit is happening,” I growl, forcing my tongue into her mouth, and groaning into it the second she begins to kiss me back, her naked body molding instantly to mine.

“I hate you,” she says breathlessly, coming up for air.

“I know. I know,” I repeat huskily, loosening my grip around her neck in favor of grabbing her hips to plant her ass down on my lap. My mouth finds hers again as she wraps her legs around me in a vise grip, rubbing her pussy up and down my hard length while her fingers unbuckle my belt. She then pulls down my zipper, releasing my cock from its confinement.

This is all too reckless, too hateful, but neither of us seems to be able to stop.

Instead of using our words, we choose to fight with our lips, tongue, and teeth.

The only time we break our kiss is when she sinks her tight pussy down my shaft, strangling it in agonizing pleasure.

“Fuck,” I groan, pulling her lips back to mine.

She takes charge and fucks me with wild abandon, fast and hard.

If I had any foolish notions that I would take my time in worshiping Mina, given the chance of making love to her again, I was sorely mistaken.

Mina doesn’t want tenderness right now—she wants brutality. Fuck, do I relent and give her whatever she needs.

Mina continues to hate-fuck me as she moans into our kiss. She then pulls away to loll her head back, sinking her nails into my shoulders.

Unhappy at not being able to kiss her, I grab her throat and pull her up.

“Look at me,” I growl like a man gone mad.

Her half-mast gaze locks with mine, her wanton little whimpers of pleasure doing my head in.

I press her temple against mine, ensuring we breathe the same air, our chests heaving in sync. Like this, staring at each other, losing ourselves in our gaze, we combust and fall apart.

Her pussy clenches around me, milking me dry as I thrust myself right to the hilt. Our heavy breathing remains ragged as we continue to stare into each other’s eyes, too lost for words. But when I go for another kiss, Mina unlatches my hold on her and steps out of the tub. I watch her as she grabs a robe and puts it on, leaving it unfastened.

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