Page 15 of Devil on the Lake

She shoves my hand away and rolls off the bed, stalking away. Brows flattening in annoyance, I follow her, doing up my jeans.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you yet.”

When I reach for her shoulder, she shrugs my hand off. “You think I’m happy about this? You’re unbelievable. I hate you so much.” She slashes her hand through the air. “What we just did is never happening again.”

Indignation rockets through me as I corral her against the wall once more. She grips the lapels of my trench coat. I plant a hand on the wall and get in her face. Her words say one thing, but the way her eyelids droop as she presses her tits against my chest says otherwise.

“Not again? Fuck that. I want you.”

Her mouth clamps shut and her blue eyes slide away. Working my jaw, I cup one of her tits, kneading it, teasing her nipple through the thin velvet. She can’t hide how it affects her, the strained noise she traps in her throat while she tugs on my coat.

I tilt my head and rake my teeth over my lip. A rough sound leaves me.

It feels like she doesn’t have a bra on. No panties, no bra. Fuck, I want to strip her naked.

“You wanna know what I think?” At her silence, I pinch her nipple, smirking at the way she tips her head against the wall with a low moan. “I think you fight me because somewhere deep down, you do want me to put you on your knees and feed you my cock to shut you up. You like everything I do to you, but you can’t admit it turns you the fuck on unless you make yourself pretend I’m forcing you.”

The truth is written all over her face—how aroused she is. I grab her jaw and make her look at me.

“That right there. That’s what I’m talking about.” My other hand leaves her breast, dragging down her side. I cup her between the legs and she grinds against my hand. The corner of my mouth kicks up in triumph. “So it’s not all for show? The sexy fishnets and all that attitude that drives me crazy? You’re my dirty little whore, aren’t you, Willow? Just waiting for the moment I snap and fuck you.”

She bares her teeth in response, but doesn’t stop moving against my hand, seeking release. A low laugh huffs out of me.

“Give me those claws, baby,” I mutter against her temple. “I have no problem telling you how hot it gets me when you fight me back.”

Another faint moan catches in her throat. She turns her head away and pushes my trench coat off my shoulders. I shrug out of it, kicking it away when it drops to the floor. My cock is hard again. Shit, it never fully softened after fucking her once.

“I think about those sinful red lips of yours wrapped around my cock when I jerk off.”

Her head whips back and she meets my gaze. I blink. The confession surprises both of us. I didn’t mean to admit it.

Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine. “So you figured being the world’s biggest asshole to me was the right way to show you’re attracted to me?” She shakes her head, gaze turning distant. “Now it all makes sense. Pull my hair in public, but secretly whisper sweet words on paper to confuse the shit out of me.”

My brow wrinkles. I have no clue what the hell she’s talking about. The need to take that mouth is killing me.

“Get on your knees.”

The challenge in her eyes and the set of her jaw turns me on as much as it did to chase her and soak up her fear. This is us—this fucked up lust fueled by fear and loathing.

“Make me, bastard.”

I grin at the magic words as the wicked urge takes over. I squeeze her jaw before releasing it, then fist her hair. She gasps and rakes her nails down my chest. I groan at the fire it leaves behind that mixes with heady desire. When I wrestle her to the ground, she spits on me.

“Save it for when you’re choking on my cock, little slut.”

The sight of Willow on her knees for me is fucking divine.

I use the hold on her hair to angle her face back and thumb her lip before pulling my cock out. I pump it while she watches, eyes blazing. When I trace her lips with the tip, my stomach clenches in anticipation of her biting it.

But she doesn’t. She turns her mutinous gaze up to lock with my eyes and I push my cock past her lips. I exhale at the velvety heat of her mouth.

“Oh fuck, baby. Your mouth.” I guide her head by my hold on her hair and thrust.

She gags, then recovers, adjusting to the pace I set. A flush creeps across the tops of her tits above the neckline of the bodice. She peeks up at me again, sliding her hands up my legs. One of her hands cups my balls, her nails applying a hint of pressure in warning if I try to take this too far.

We’re both on the same page that this is us playing around with what’s turning us on—the illusion that I’m forcing her. That’s all it is. I wouldn’t actually cross that line, and she’d use those nails to hurt me if I did.

“That’s it, little slut. Suck it. You love this.”

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