Page 104 of Even Robots Die
“I get shot, I get in the database,” I say with a shrug.
Right then, Brice realizes what ‘worst’ situation I’m referring to and a growl escapes him before he is right back between my legs and grabbing the side of my throat, just on top of the two puncture points I can feel on my skin.
“Don’t joke with this,” he says with a snarl.
“Or what?” I ask, tipping my chin up to look him in the eyes. “Or you’ll bite me? Been there done that, dude.”
“Don’t ‘dude’ me,” he says as I feel his hand tense around my throat.
I gulp down the idea of asking ‘or what?’ again, but he can see it in my eyes.
“Or I’ll have to remind you what you can still lose,” he tells me.
The way he worded it should feel like a threat, but instead I feel it caress my skin like a promise.
“Like what?” I bite back. It lacks any venom and it occurs to me that I sound breathless, but I don’t care. But Brice’s other hand just landed on my hips again and it feels like whatever he is fighting, I might be the one who’s gonna win.
“That insolent mouth of yours is going to be the death of me,” he mutters as I feel the fingers at my hips digging into my skin and bringing me to the very edge of the worktable.
“What makes you think that?” I ask, and this time my voice has a playful lilt that seems to spark something inside of him.
I feel like I’m playing with fire.
I know he’s riding his bloodlust and that I shouldn’t taunt him, but what can I say? I’m the kind of girl who makes stupid choices when she wants something.
And I’ve been wanting Brice for weeks now.
I should feel bad and ashamed, because he’s definitely going to hate me when the bloodlust has receded, but I can’t seem to care.
All I care about is that the man of my dreams just dragged me against his hard cock and he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me.
I should feel ashamed, yes, but all I can feel is need.
I wet my lips as my pussy contracts around nothing.
I need this. I need him.
I bring my hand to his belt again and pull him to me.
“This is wrong,” he says but doesn’t move this time, as if he couldn’t fight the bloodlust more than he was already doing.
“Then make it right,” I tell him as I let my hand slip under his shirt and my nails trail over his abs.
I feel him twitch between my legs, rubbing my clit without him meaning to.
I don’t stop the moan that slips past my lips and his gaze darkens visibly under my eyes.
“Fuck it,” I hear him mutter to himself, and then the last thread of his control snaps. The hand at my throat tips my face up, and his lips crash against mine.
This kiss is far from soft. It’s hungry and demanding. It’s urgent and controlling. It’s all I’ve ever dreamed and more.
My hand glides along Brice’s muscles and soon the other one joins the first at his back as if I could pull him even more against me.
I rock my hips against him as Brice nibbles on my bottom lip before I open my mouth so he can tangle his tongue with mine.
His hand moves at my ass and I feel him pushing me to rock harder against his cock.
I whimper.
