Page 101 of Undisputed Player
I tangled my fingers in her hair, tugging her head back. Her honey eyes were glazed with lust, but there was still that stubborn defiance burning in their depths. Even now, even when she was spread out beneath me like an offering, she wouldn't completely surrender.
"Open your mouth," I commanded, raising the gun to her lips. Thecold metal felt natural in my grip, an extension of my will to claim every part of her.
She shut her mouth, shaking her head. Stubborn little brat.
"No?" I laughed darkly, releasing her hair to grab her chin with force. My fingers dug into her jaw, forcing her mouth open. "I wasn't asking, princess."
I shoved the gun between her parted lips, the barrel sliding over her tongue and filling her mouth with cold steel. Her eyes went wide with shock and arousal, tears gathering at the corners as she struggled to breathe around the intrusion.
"That's better," I growled, my free hand moving to grip her hip. "Good girls do what they're told.”
I freed my cock from my jeans, the thick length springing free and slapping against her wet pussy. She jerked at the contact, a muffled whimper escaping around the gun.
I yanked a condom out of my pocket and slipped it on, holding her hip firmly. I pressed my cock against her folds, then drove into her with one savage thrust, burying myself to the hilt.
The sensation—her tight walls gripping me, so hot and perfect that I had to bite back a groan. This wasn't the gentle claiming from last night. This was raw, primal dominance, and she was taking every inch of me like she was made for it.
"Fuck," I hissed, my hips snapping against hers with brutal force. "You feel so good even when you’re all defiant. So tight around my cock."
I held the gun in her mouth, silencing her as I set a punishing rhythm, pounding deep with relentless intensity. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, obscene and desperate. Her body jolted with each thrust, small breasts swaying beneath her.
But I didn't touch her clit. That privilege had to be earned.
Instead, I let my thumb trace the tight ring of her ass, pressing against the puckered entrance with just enough pressure to make her gasp around the gun.
"You want to come, don't you?" I taunted, my thumb circling herrear hole with deliberate slowness. "Want me to touch that pretty little clit until you scream?"
She tried to nod, tried to make some sound of agreement, but the gun muffled everything. All I could hear were desperate whimpers and the wet sounds of my cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy.
“Such a fucking princess,” I growled, delivering a light slap to her asscheek. “Won’t accept protection but will take my big cock like it’s your right.”
I pressed my thumb harder against her ass, pushing in, and she shuddered beneath me. Her pussy clenched around my cock, so tight I could barely move, and I knew she was close despite my refusal to touch her clit.
That's when I saw them—tears trickling down her cheeks, catching the dim light as they fell. My heart didn't just stop, it fucking shattered. Every piece of ice in my veins turned to ice, panic clawing at my throat.
I froze mid-thrust, my hands immediately gentling on her body as if she were made of glass. "Estelle," I breathed, my voice cracking with terror. "Fuck, princess, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
I pulled the gun from her mouth and tossed it aside like it had burned me, my hands shaking as I gathered her trembling body against my chest. The sight of those tears—I'd rather take a bullet than see her cry because of me. I had no idea she wanted to stay here that much.
"I didn't mean to hurt you," I whispered desperately, pressing frantic kisses to her neck, her shoulder, anywhere I could reach. "I'm such a fucking monster. I'm sorry, princess, I'm so sorry. Please don't cry. Please."
My voice broke on the last word. The thought that I'd pushed her too far, that I'd broken something precious and irreplaceable, made me want to tear my own heart out.
Then she started laughing.
It started as a soft giggle, then grew into full-blown laughter that shook her entire naked body. She turned in my arms, cradled like ababy, honey eyes sparkling with mischief and something darker, more wicked.
"Will you let me come then?" she asked, voice sweet and innocent despite the devilish gleam in her eyes.
The relief that flooded through me was so intense it made my brain stop. She wasn't hurt. She wasn't broken. She was playing me, the little minx, and I'd fallen for it completely.
"You’re a fucking brat," I growled, but there was pure adoration and relief in my voice. I couldn’t find it in me to be angry. "Those were tears of pleasure.”
Her smile was pure bratty sin. "Maybe. I just needed to come so badly it hurt."
"You nearly gave me a heart attack," I breathed, my hands tightening on her waist. "I thought I'd hurt you. I thought?—"
She shook her head. “The only thing hurting is how empty I feel without you inside me," she whispered, pressing closer. "Please, Jax. I need you. I need to come. I'll do anything.”
