Page 65 of Deadly Wrath

“You really think you can take me?” I tease. “I can make you come right now.”

For a split second, something flashes across her face, but she covers it up with a smirk. “Cocky much?”

Before she can say more, I slide my fingers into her leggings, landing exactly where I know she wants me. She inhales sharply.

“What are you doing?” she snaps, trying to sound annoyed, but her body gives her away the second my fingers slide under her panties.

A moan slips from her mouth before she can stop it, and her hips roll into my hand like she needs it to breathe.

She’s already losing the fight. And fuck, I’m not looking away for a second. Watching her fall apart on my fingers might be my new favorite addiction.

“Alessio,” she gasps, fighting for composure,and I add a second finger.

“I love it when you moan my name,” I say, using my free hand to shove her bra up and expose her tits. The air hits her bare skin, and I smirk at her shiver. My thumb finds her clit while I keep thrusting two fingers deep.

Her nipples go hard the second my mouth covers one, and I sink my teeth in just enough to make her gasp. She tries to muffle the next one, biting her lip like that’ll help. She’s so fucking close to unraveling.

“Alessio, f—” She’s right there, but then her hands slide into my pants, gripping my painfully hard cock.

Fuck.It’s nearly too much. I want more time to play, so I pull my fingers from her, ignoring the little whimper she makes.

“Open,” I command, pushing my fingers into her mouth and watching her eyes widen as she tastes herself.

“See what a fucking tease you are,” I growl when she licks them clean. It distracts her just long enough for me to jump back.

Liv yanks her bra back down and jumps up. There’s a small part of me that’s pissed she doesn’t want to spar with her tits out. That would be one hell of a distraction. I lunge, feinting left, but she doesn’t bite. I grab her wrist, thinking I’ve got her, but she twists free in a blur.

“That all you’ve got?” she taunts. I can’t help the smirk on my face.

I charge again, too fast. She reacts on pure instinct, sweeping my legs out from under me. I slam into the mat, momentarily stunned. I almost feel bad for myself.

She stands there, trying to catch her breath, trying to look calm while her pulse rages. “Nice move,” I grunt, rolling to my feet as if I wasn’t just planted on my ass.

We circle, eyes locked, my body screaming at me to strike.

“Still think I’m holding back?” she asks, voice eerily calm even as I see her heartbeat pounding at her throat. I know she is, but I still can’t figure out why.

I rely on brute strength; she’s smaller, quicker, maybe smarter. We spring at each other, and when I try overpowering her, she slips behind me, one arm around my waist while the other yanks down my pants to stroke my cock. For a moment, I’m sure she’s got me.

But I easily overpower her. We crash to the mat again, and I pin her beneath me.

My hands go straight to the waistband of her leggings and fuck me these things are skin-fucking-tight. They’re clinging to her like they’ve got a goddamn death grip on the ass I need to be buried in. I swear they’re testing my patience.

I yank hard, trying to rip the fuckers down, but they fight me every inch of the way. She squirms, biting back a laugh, and I groan through clenched teeth.

“Fuck,” I mutter, bracing one hand on her hip while the other peels them off inch by fucking inch. She’s writhing beneath me, not helping at all. She’s making this hell for me on purpose, I know it.

I finally get them past her knees, then her ankles, and rip them the rest of the way off. My mouth is already on her thigh before the damn things even hit the floor.

She blinks up at me, breathless but defiant. “Really? That’s your move?”

I don’t answer. Just grab her sports bra and rip it clean off, the fabric snapping against her skin. I wedge myself between her legs, my cock pressing at her entrance.

“That was unnecessary,” she pants, but doesn’t stop me.

I smirk, eyes trailing over her bare chest before locking back on hers. “It’s very necessary.”

Her legs wrap around me, and she uses her feet to shove my sweats and briefs off. I lift my knees to help her, and Liv kicks them across the floor. If she’s playing dirty, so am I. My gaze drops as her hand wraps around my cock.

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