Page 29 of Whiskey Promises
"That's not your business. We don't have to spend every waking moment together," she growls. "Maybe I like my independence."
"Yeah, maybe." I pause, my lips hovering over hers. "Or maybe you're full of shit."
She growls at me, her eyes flashing with irritation. I cut off whatever hot retort she's about to spit at me by slanting my mouth down over hers. Like usual, she doesn't fight me. She doesn't even try to push me away. She makes that sound in the back of her throat—the one that makes my blood steam in my veins, and then thrusts her hands into my hair, pulling.
"We both know you want me, not him," I growl, pinching her nipple. "We both know I'm the one you were thinking about in your bed last night. Did you touch yourself, Zoya?"
"Jareth," she moans.
"Did you whimper my name into your pillow when you came?"
She shakes her head, trying to deny the truth, but I know it because I know her. Because I felt how goddamn wet she was last night.For me.I know she didn't go to sleep like that. She took care of herself, fucking her fingers right down the hall while I jerked off, imagining that scene.
"Tell me the truth," I order her, biting her bottom lip as one hand slips down her body. "Tell me that you came all over your hand last night, wishing it was my hand."
"Yes!" she sobs in frustration, pulling my hair hard.
I groan, burying my face in her neck as I pop the button on her jeans. I don't bother with the zipper before shoving my hand inside, desperate to feel her on my fingertips again. She trembles against me, moaning my name when I flick her panties aside, cupping her hot cunt in the palm of my hand. She's dripping for me, so fucking needy.
"Christ, princess," I growl, attacking her throat with my lips and teeth. "I want to hear you say my name like you did when you were alone last night. How many fingers did you use?"
"T-two."
"Like this?" I roll my thumb across her clit before slowly sinking two fingers into her up to the knuckle. She's tight as hell around them, her inner muscles fluttering and clenching. I pump them quickly, fully aware that anyone could walk around the corner and catch us. Ask me if I give a fuck. At this point, the fucking Pope could catch us, and I don't think it'd stop me. "Is this how you fucked your fingers last night, Zoya?"
"Jareth!"
"Tell me," I demand, curling them up to stroke her G-Spot.
"N-no," she stutters, her eyes glazed with lust. "It was harder, Jareth."
Ah, fucking hell. Maybe I'm not the only one who doesn't play fair, because that little confession lands like Kryptonite, weakening my knees.
I spin her around, pinning her against the harvester with her cheek against the cool metal. Her zipper comes down this time, giving me room to work as I nudge her legs apart, kissing all over the back of her neck.
She writhes against me as I fuck her with my fingers, going harder just like she did last night. The sounds are enough to drive me wild. It's a symphony of her whimpers and moans colliding with the wet suck of her dripping cunt around my fingers as I pump them into her, desperate to make her fall apart for me.
"Is this hard enough, princess?" I groan, grinding my dick against her ass. I'm so fucking hard it's actually painful, but that'll have to wait. Right now is about her. It's about breaking down those walls of hers and proving to her that she wants me just as badly as I want her. It's about gaining a foothold in her soul, one she can't kick me out of even if she tries.
And we both know she's going to try. She's going to fight like hell until she runs out of fight. It's who she is. It's what she does. Zoya Mikhail doesn't fall easily. If I want her heart, I'll have to goto war for it. That's fine with me. So long as it's mine when the dust settles, I'll fight whatever battles I need to fight.
"Is this how you fucked your perfect little hand while you were trying not to let me hear you moaning my name last night, Zoya?"
"Yes!" she cries, her head falling back against my shoulder. "God, yes, Jareth. Don't you dare stop."
"Don't plan on it. Not until you're all wrung out." I nip her ear, curling my tongue around the shell of it before planting my lips against it. "Not until you know you're mine."
"I'm n-n-not… Oh, sweet Jesus."
"You aren't what? Aren't in heaven right now?" I bite the side of her throat, sucking hard. I hope like hell it leaves a mark. "Aren't losing your mind over me? Aren't mine?" I soothe the bite with a flick of my tongue, curling my fingers up to stroke her G-Spot again. "Little liar."
"Jareth…"
"Say it, princess. Go ahead and lie to me again."
But she can't. She's too far gone to form the lie this time. All she can do is whimper and moan my name as I play with her, dragging her right to the edge of an orgasm.
"You belong to me, Zoya," I growl against her ear. "You know it. I know it. Soon enough, everyone else will too."
