Page 64 of Victorious: Part I

Just long enough for my knees to weaken and my clit to throb.

“You want to play rough, Little Lamb?” he rumbles, backing me toward the edge of the Chapel table. “I’ve got no problem reminding youwho the fuckyou belong to.”

God yes!

He thrusts my legs apart and yanks me forward by the hips so hard the table screeches under my ass. I kick off my boots, and they hit the floor with a thud, both our chests heaving with the adrenaline surging through the room.

“Take off your shirt.Slowly,” he orders.

I hesitate. Testing him.

He leans in, nose brushing mine, his voice a death threat wrapped in lust. “Defy me again, and I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget your name.”

My breath catches. My hands rise, and I drag my shirt over my head, then toss it. A slow grin crosses his lips while he unbuttons his jeans, his hooded eyes never leaving mine.

“No bra?” he mutters. “Smart girl.”

He moves forward and rips my jeans and panties down. Then, before I have a second to think, he spins me so fast my palms slam against the table. My breath abandons my lungs, my heart beating like fucking drum with excitement.

As I glance over my shoulder at him, he tuts his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

“Uh, uh, uh. You’re not in control here, Haven. Remember that.”

I snort out a laugh, shaking my ass at him. “Oh baby, I’m always in contro—”

He cuts me off, his hand landing across my ass cheek with such force I slide along the Chapel table slightly. I let out a half-whimper, half-moan as the sharp slap echoes off the Chapel walls.

“That’s for the smart mouth.”

I don’t have time to bite back before he slaps me again. Harder this time.

“That’s for acting like you run this place.”

I gasp, fire igniting under my skin, but I don’t make a sound. That earns a dark chuckle from him. “Still so fucking proud.”

He leans in, grabbing me by the hair, dragging me up just enough to speak against my ear. “You like mouthing off, Little Lamb?”

I tilt my head, only barely, his grip keeping me exactly where he wants. “I fucking love it!”

Alpha exhales. “You’re gonna choke on that attitude, Haven.”

A salacious grin takes over, excited by his words.

I’m a crazy fucker like that.

“Then make me,” I taunt.

A deep throaty growl reverbs from his chest. He leans in, his tongue trailing down my spine while he lowers his jeans. My chest is heaving in anticipation, feeling his hard cock press against me as he moves in behind. His fingers slide to the front, dipping between my legs. A hiss escapes me as they press roughly against my clit, a sudden rush of euphoria washing over me as I rock against his hand.

“Fuck,” I murmur.

“Jesus. You’re dripping, Haven. You get wet pissing me off, don’t you?”

“I told you,” I pant as he continues to circle, working me up. “I’m not scared of fire. Fire’s scared of me.”

He chuckles. “Let’s see how sassy you are when my cock’s buried deep inside you,” he barks as I am getting closer.

He pulls his finger from me. I whimper with the loss, but my eyes widen as he thrusts inside me without warning. We moan together at the feeling of his thickness, my back arching against him like I’ve been electrocuted.

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