Page 74 of Kings Against the World

Her scream must be heard from down the hotel hallway. She’s practically feverish as she rushes to her luggage and starts throwing things inside. I stride over to cut her off.

“What’re you doing?”

“I’m leaving. I’m getting the fuck out of here!”

“You can’t do that. This is the room Boone put us in.”

“I don’t give a fuck! I need to get away from you. I can’t do this. I can’t do this.”

My eyes drop to her trembling hands as she shoves shoes inside the suitcase and then struggles with the zipper. She’s on the verge of a breakdown and I can see it coming a mile away.

Hell, maybe I am too.

My heart’s thumping painfully inside my chest. All my senses are keyed up. I’m wired just like she is as she fights with the zipper and I grab her wrist to stop her. She shoves at me.

Hard.

Harder than I’d ever expect.

It actually knocks me half a step back, a reminder Zoe’s no shrinking violet. She’s more athletic and toned than the average chick.

But I’ve never been one to back down and I’m not about to start now. I step toward her and block her reach of the suitcase zipper, which only makes her release another howl of frustration. As I stop her from zipping the rest of the suitcase up, she grabs back at me.

It turns into a power struggle, grappling against each other. She’s shoving at me and I’m clamping my hands around her wrists and arms when I can. Freeing herself, she launches her palm at me, the strike designed to slap me across the face.

I’m half a second faster, catching her by the wrist before she can connect.

We glare into each other’s eyes, neither budging, breathing hard.

Then she pulls a move I’d never expect but probably should given everything I know about her—she kicks my leg out from under me with a single deft Krav Maga style move.

I come crashing down to the floor, landing on my ass. The room spins around me at the sudden switch up, but I don’t let it keep me distracted for long. Not when locked into this fucking battle of wills with Zoe.

As she moves to turn away, I launch myself at her, grabbing hold of both legs and ripping the ground out from under her. She’s taken down like I’ve been, tumbling to the ground in a hard fall.

If either of us ever thought the other was backing down, that ships sailed. She throws herself at me as we return to our grappling power struggle. Her thighs try to trap both of mine before I’m grabbing both her wrists and holding her at arm’s length so she can’t do anymore damage, like surprising me with a headbutt or some shit.

Then it’s like a switch is flipped as we glare at each other and I decide to go for it.

I wrench her toward me by the wrists, crushing her lips to mine, and silencing any dissent that’s bubbling to the surface. She jerks against me at first, ever the fucking fighter, then as my tongue prods its way into her mouth, she’s an explosion.

She’s wild, giving in to my kiss. Fisting her fingers in my shirt, she shoves me down on the ground and straddles me. Her mouth opens wider, kissing me just as deeply.

We black out from the moment, taking a break from our fight to battle in another way. Our hands move quickly, unbuckling belts and ripping shirts off only for us to reunite again in another hard kiss.

Zoe sinks down on my cock and starts riding me with the same aggression she’s had fighting me. I welcome the roughness, the combative energy, as my hands slide up to grope her bouncing tits.

It’s a race to the bottom as we take out all our frustrations on each other. Zoe sinks her nails into my chest and grinds against me, her clit rubbing against my pelvic bone. She comes like this, her pussy walls tugging at me as if to pull me deeper into her.

I switch things up, lifting her off me and pushing her down to her knees. We fuck raw and angry like this, on all fours on the floor, me pounding away and her taking every inch. We’re groaning, bodies colliding, sweat pouring, wringing pleasure out of each other ’til our lungs run empty.

It’s toxic and explosive but neither of us can stop it. So we just keep going.

We fuck against the wall, on some of the furniture around the room.

Back on the bed, where the headboard cracks against the wall and mattress shakes as I drive myself into her fast and viciously. We’re scratched up and bruised and fighting to breathe by the time we’re tapping out for good. It’s some of the wildest sex of my life, yet I know as I crash down on the bed and eyeball the ceiling that it’s probably the last time with her.

There’s no going back from the low we’ve found. The fight we’ve had and what bond we had been forming being broken.

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