Page 29 of Like An Animal
Her eyes widen when she sees me, probably catching onto my deteriorating mood. “Hey. What’s the matter?” she asks, concern on her face.
“Let’s get out of here,” I demand, no room for argument present. I need to take my rage out on her body and I know she won’t deny me.
She never does. Not anymore at least.
CHAPTER 12
THE GHOST
Jeremy’s fingers dig into my wrist in a way that’s almost painful as he nearly drags me into the house and straight to the kitchen.
“Jesus! What is up with you?”
He turns to face me before wrapping his hand around my throat, dragging me to him, before his mouth crashes down on mine. He’s been ice cold since we left the venue. I’m used to him being in a mood after one of his shows. It’s not my fault that some guys either stare at me or try to speak to me when we’re out in public, which is why he doesn’t like us leaving his room for anything. The only thing that seems to repair his foul mood is fucking me like a goddamn beast and I’m perfectly happy with that coping skill.
He tilts my head back and deepens the kiss before guiding me back until my thighs touch the edge of the table where we all eat…the same place where I kicked Kathy out of a window and the bitch didn’t die like I’d hoped.
The blood lust I have where that woman is concerned gets more intense every day.
Jeremy pries his mouth from mine as a moan slips from my lips.
“Take off your clothes. I want you completely bare for me, little ghost.” He removes himself from me and it’s like a piece of myself has been torn apart. It’s the most painful separation I’ve ever felt.
“What? Don’t you want to go to the room?”
This is completely out of character for him. He’s always so focused on keeping me all to himself and in his space.
This isn’t that.
He leans back against the wall, his legs crossed at the ankles, and his hands shoved in his pockets.
A river floods my panties as he looks at me with those dark eyes filled with desire, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.
“No. I want you here… where they can hear me take what belongs to me. These walls aren’t soundproofed and you, my dirty girl, are very loud when I make you come.”
I feel the color and heat drain from my face. I’ve never had to worry about being quiet because of Jeremy’s room being soundproof and that was very much needed since the man consistently makes me scream until my throat burns.
His gaze rakes up and down my body as he waits patiently, something he rarely is. I’m used to him undressing me himself so hurriedly that he almost rips the fabric, but this time, he’s left it up to me.
I’m so wet and ready for him I wish he wasn’t letting me do it myself.
It seems like not that long ago that I was fighting this thing between us with everything in me, but he was right. I do belong to him and maybe I always did. Maybe I was trying so hard to convince myself that this wasn’t always in the cards that it stuck.
It took Jeremy weeks to get me to stop saying how wrong this was, how we were sick and demented for wanting each other. Maybe it is sick and maybe I don’t care anymore. When we leave this town, it won’t matter anymore that he’s my step-brother.
I pull my shirt over my head before dropping it to the floor. I slowly remove every strip of clothing as his eyes dance across my flesh until I’m completely naked for him. The thin sheen of sweat across my skin glows in the light from the window.
“Sit on the table and spread your legs. I want to see my desperate cunt,” he demands, seeming almost nonchalant about it.
I’m really liking this commanding side of him.
I do as he said, spreading my legs open for him.
“Are you going to fuck me now, Mr. Borza?” I ask as his gaze lands on my exposed cunt.
“Oh, I’m not going to fuck you, Mrs. Borza.” He moves over to me, running the rough pads of his fingers up my thighs before grabbing my waist, dragging me aggressively to him. I moan as he presses himself against me through his jeans. The denim scrapes against my bare pussy and I arch into him, hoping and praying he takes the ache away. “I’m going to fucking…” he trails off as he leans into my ear, wrapping his hand around my throat. I throw my head back as he growls against my ear. “...devour you.” A loud moan rips from my throat as he pushes me down on the table, the legs scraping against the tile floor.
“Why did you call me that?” I ask as his hand runs down my body until he shoves two fingers in my cunt. My body arches off the table as I whimper from the mixture of pain and pleasure.
