Page 28 of Bittersweet Revenge
“What?”
“It gets me hard when you talk to me like that.” I tug his hand and press it against my bulge, grip looser than it had been, so if he wanted to pull away, he could.
His palm presses against my growing erection. I’m not sure if he even realizes he’s doing it. Dean still doesn’t want to want me, but he does.
I let go of his hand, toe out of my shoes, then straddle his lap.
You saved my sister.
“What the fuck are you doing, Tiernan?”
“That’s up to you…” I pinch both of his nipples and damn near come in my pants at his sharp inhale. “If you tell me you want me, I’m probably going to make you come. And I’ve decided I want to give you my mouth…it’s a really fuckin’ good mouth.” He deserves it after what he did tonight.
I pinch his nipples again, which pebble so prettily for me. They’re so pink against his pale skin. A sound of pleasure almost spills past my lips when his hands slide up and grab my waist, but I won’t give him my sounds until he tells me what I want to hear.
“Ticktock, fighter. I don’t have all night.”
“God, I fucking hate you.” His words are choppy, breathing quick.
How many times do I have to tell him?
“Everyone does. I’m used to it.” His skin is warm against my palm as my right hand slides down the center of his chest, over his stomach, then against the bulge in his shorts. “Let me hear it.”
His eyes close, the corded muscles in his throat tightening further. It doesn’t take a genius to see he’s fighting not to say the words he wants to say.
I palm his hard dick. His mouth falls open, and I’m dying for him to speak, dying to hear him say those three words that feel like such a fucking win when I pull them out of him.
“I fucking want you, you asshole.”
I smile. Six words work just as well as three.
CHAPTER TEN
Dean
Ihate thatI caved and told him what he wants to hear, but it’s true. I want him. Not because I like him, but because I want to possess him. This powerful, charismatic man is a terrible person in all the ways that matter, but then again, maybe I am too. Regardless of why I’m here or how much I despise him—or myself—it doesn’t change the fact that I crave him.
Tiernan doesn’t give me much time to dwell on it, his mouth crashing down on mine. The kiss is hard and demanding, punishing even, like maybe he hates himself for wanting me just as much as I hate myself for it.
His tongue pushes into my mouth, the two of us fighting for control. I tangle my hand in his hair, trying to pull him away, but all it does is make him grapple with me.
Tiernan tries to wrestle me to the bed, and I bite his lip, the way he did to me the other day. He hisses in pain, then pulls back and laughs, his pupils nearly hiding all the green in his eyes.
“Good play, but if you want my mouth on your dick, you’ll be a good boy and be nice.”
“You wouldn’t want me if I was good.”
Something I can’t describe flashes on his face, but before I can try to decipher it, Tiernan wrestles me to my back, head on the pillows, him leaning over me.
“You’re right. Now let’s get you out of my system.”
He holds my wrists, one in each hand, then fuses our mouths together. I hate that I’m letting him get the upper hand again,but he’s rutting against me, his cock brushing against mine, and it starts sucking all the fight out of me.
My body is buzzing, my brain alternating between how good this feels and how wrong it is. As soon as that thought pops into my head, I pull one of my hands free, then buck my hips and flip us.
Tiernan growls, not having expected it. “Fine. If you want to blow me, fighter, have at it.”
“You wish.” I shove his shirt up and bite into his left pec, not hard enough to break the skin, but it still elicits a groan. Tiernan’s skin is warm in my mouth as I suck on it. He isn’t the only one who knows how to mark someone.
