Page 85 of Filthy Little Regrets

Glaring at him, I lean toward him until our lips almost touch, flick the button of his jeans open, and slide my hand beneath his boxers. “Just so we’re clear, I fucking hate you,” I whisper as I grip his cock and give him a hard stroke. I wasn’t sure how to handle his Jacob’s ladder, but after looking it up online, I figure he can take it.

He grunts and thrusts into my hand. “I love it when you sweet-talk me.”

“You’re so fucked up,” I mutter before pressing my lips against his, biting his bottom lip when he tries to slip his tongue inside my mouth.

Pushing two fingers inside of me, he hums in appreciation and works them back and forth, rolling his thumb over my clit. Pleasure dances along my spine as he teases me, but I can’t take him being considerate with foreplay, so I push his hand away and place his cock at my center, holding the back of his neck with one hand and glaring at him.

“Fuck me alrea?—”

He thrusts in deep, startling a cry out of me, and I dig my nails into his skin, gasping as he slams into me again. Threading his fingers through my strands, he pulls my hair, keeping a firm grip as he holds me right where he wants me. My walls flutter around his thick length.

This is wrong. This is Rose’s bathroom. I should know better, but damn, does he feel good.

“You’re not so tough when I’m fucking you,” he says, lips teasing over mine.

“Fuck you,” I rasp as he drives into me. Pleasure shoots up my spine.

His thumb finds my clit again. “Keep it up, baby. See what happens.”

“I’m not your baby,” I say around pants, arching into his touch.

“Liar.” Jerking my head to the side, he bites my pulse point, and I gasp, clinging to him as he fucks me. There’s nothing sweet about it. It’s primal. Feral. Rough. I trace my nails up the back of his neck and grip his hair, repaying the favor and pulling hard.

He makes a sound that I like far too much, and I do it again, delighting in his throaty moan and what little bit of control I’ve gained over this situation. “God, you feel so fucking good,” he praises. I avert my gaze, refusing to admit how much I’m enjoying this, but Mace doesn’t need my words.

“Are you on the pill?”

Breath catching, I bite my lip, wondering how he’ll react. He said he wanted babies.

“Cassia?” He slams in hard enough to shock me out of my head.

“Yes,” I rasp, shifting my eyes to meet his, wondering if he’ll be disappointed, but his lips simply tug into a wicked grin and his dick pulses.

My walls clench around him, and he angles his hips in just the right way, hitting my G-spot and pressing on my clit at the same time.

“Mace,” I gasp, rolling my hips to meet his.

“Mmm, you don’t fuck me like you hate me,” he murmurs, hitting the same spots again and again until stars dance across my vision. His thumb gliding over my nerves is a match striking and lighting. The tip of his shaft hits deep, forcing air out of my lungs, tossing the flaming stick onto a trail of gasoline, and fire erupts inside of me, spreading through every inch of my body, pleasure burning through me as my lips part to scream.

When Mace’s palm slaps against my mouth, stifling the noise, I bite his palm, moaning as he fucks me through the orgasm and straight into another, owning my body better than any man. His cock pulses inside of me, and he grinds into me as his cum coats my insides. As the heat of it ricochets through me, I whimper, clinging to him while the last of it spurts inside of me.

His palm falls away from my mouth, and I suck in a ragged breath, loving the little aftershocks of pleasure riding me. I may hate the man, but damn, does he know how to please a woman.

“Thought you wanted them to hear me scream.”

He runs his palms up my sides. “Changed my mind. That sound is only for me.”

My stomach flutters. I force the excitement down, reminding myself this is all part of the deception, and simply lift an eyebrow.

Mace tips his head and glances up at me as he slowly pulls out. Fluid spills out of me, and he tsks, swiping two fingers through the thick of it and pushing it back inside. “That belongs inside you.” Tweaking his thumb over my clit, he withdraws his fingers and licks them clean as I suck in a deep breath.

Holy fuck. That was intense.

He steps back and fixes his pants, bottom lip pulled between his teeth. I grab some tissues and clean my thighs. Pushing on his chest, I create enough space to hop off and tug my thong back into place and fix my dress. His cum is already gliding out of me, soaking the material of my panties. Mace leans against the door, watching me with hooded eyes and far too much interest.

“Don’t look so smug.”

“Why not?”

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