Page 29 of Bittersweet Revenge
“Fuck.” He arches toward me, and I smile against him. There’s a lot of power in making him respond to me this way, to the need he has that’s palpable in the air.
The need that matches my own.
I pull back to see the redness already forming on his skin, and all it does is fuel me even more, making me hungrier for this strange control I feel with him, that’s so foreign to me.
I do the same to his neck, suck the blood to the surface, leaving something of me behind so Tiernan will think of me every time he looks in the mirror, the same way I had done with him. So that everyone who sees him will know he let me have my way with him.
He doesn’t stop me, his blunt nails making their own marks down my back before he shoves his hand beneath my shorts and underwear to cup my ass. He squeezes hard, pulls me closer, my body moving against his.
I swear he feels hotter than most, his hold hard and demanding, soft, surprising noises falling from his lips, as though he’s too blissed out to try and hide them.
Tiernan shoves my shorts and underwear beneath my ass, using both hands to pull me closer. Using my teeth on him again,I nip at him, nip and suck, marking him until I’m so fucking close to coming that I have to pull back.
“Are you done making a point now?” he asks cockily.
“God, you’re such an asshole.”
Tiernan shrugs. “Yes. But you are too, you just try to hide it more than me.”
My heart slams against my chest at the truth he laid out for me, one I’ve already thought about, but it feels different to hear him say it. There are ways Tiernan and I are the same. That doesn’t mean I don’t hate him. That doesn’t mean I won’t hurt him to get what I want, the revenge I deserve, but we are…similar.
“No comeback.”
“I thought you were sucking my dick.”
“You’re lucky I want you, otherwise talking to me like that wouldn’t bode well for you. Doing it after tonight won’t either.”
I roll my eyes, feigning indifference, but I’m all too aware that Tiernan is a real threat. I know more about him than he could ever imagine.
“Get naked,” he tells me, and I open my mouth to reply, but he’s already anticipating me, saying, “Fuck me. I know.”
Okay, so maybe I’m slightly predictable when it comes to him.
My feet hit the carpeted floor as I finish removing my clothes. Tiernan watches me, lying on his back, on my bed, with a smirk on his lips and all the confidence in the world in his eyes.
“I see your big balls aren’t only in the way you speak to me.”
“Shut the fuck up.” But I almost…smile. Why the fuck am I almost smiling at Tiernan O’Shea?
I don’t move, and he doesn’t take his gaze off me as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, kicks out of them, then tosses them to the floor, followed by his underwear. He’s taking hissweet time, and I have no doubt he’s doing it on purpose, trying to drive me out of my fucking mind. It’s working.
I stroke my cock while he goes button by button before he takes off his shirt…and then the cocky motherfucker throws it at my face and laughs, this rich, almost happy sound that throws me for a loop.
The shirt hits the floor with a soft sound when I knock it off my face.
Tiernan scoots over and orders, “Lie down.”
Damned if I don’t do it.
In one swift movement, he straddles me again, thrusting his hips forward so our cocks rub together. “Look at this precum just for me. How many times have you jerked off thinking about me since the last time I made you shoot your load?”
“None.” I’m sure he hears the lie in my tone.
A dark look flashes over his face, his eyes narrowing. “Oh, that’s right. You thought the guy at the bar would make you come as hard as I do. He wouldn’t have. No one will.”
My first instinct is to tell him he’s wrong, that he’s not that good, but a small part of me believes him, as though this hate and anger and intrigue I feel about him isn’t something I’ll ever experience with anyone else.
But he expects that from me, wants me to try to lie to him about how wrong he is, so instead, I say, “Prove it.”
