Page 75 of Heartfelt Pain
“Just like that,” I croon. “Ride my hand, hellcat.”
“Stop it,” Ren cries just as she grinds against me again.
“That’s my little slut.” I push the hair off her neck, kissing her throat. “My good little slut.”
A strangled noise catches in her throat.
“It’s okay,” I soothe with false sincerity. My inner beast claws at me, telling me to destroy her from the inside out. “I know you need more.”
“Roma. . .” She pushes back against me. She yelps when my palm slaps her cunt. And then she nearly sobs when I go back to rubbing her pussy.
“What was it that you called me that day?” I ask lovingly into her ear. “Pain slut?” I slap her again and she does her best to muffle her moan. “I think my little slut might be one too.”
“I am not!”
My chest rumbles with laughter. “Open your legs wider,” I order. I shove her underwear to the side. She’s coated with arousal and I smear it before shoving three fingers into her cunt.
If her cheek wasn’t already smashed against the wall, she’d fall forward. My intent was never to go easy on her and I don’t.
Three fingers pump in and out. My cock strains against her, thickening at every little moan she makes.
“Roma. . .”
“Let it out, hellcat,” I tell her. “Take what you need while I’m offering it because we have a few lessons to learn tonight.”
My words have her brow furrowing. It’d be a cute little temper tantrum if she didn’t get distracted by her release.
My thumb presses against her swollen clit. Her walls clench around my fingers.
I press a kiss to her temple. “Good girl, hellcat.”
She whimpers. “Stop it.”
I kiss her temple again. “This is only the beginning.”
She rears back, fighting with herself. I let her go, watching her stumble to her room.
“You do not get to fuck me!” Green eyes glitter and I do everything to memorize her in this moment. Tears on her face, her arousal oozing down her upper thighs.
“Don’t get to fuck you?” I ask, shoving my hands in my pockets. It’s a miracle I can breathe right now with how hard I am. “What do you think’s been happening the past week?”
Red paints her cheeks. “I fuck you!” She jabs a finger into my chest before turning away. Like she can’t face me.
And she probably can’t. Because then she’d also have to face the truth. She’s not as in control as she thinks.
I tear off my shirt. “We fuck one another.”
“Do not take your clothes off!” she orders.
I hold my arms out. “By all means if you want to be the one to tear off my clothes, hellcat, do it.”
“Don’t fucking call me that!” She whirls back around and shoves my chest.
I grab her forearms. “You need a little fight, Ren. Is that what you need? Use your fucking words and tell me you want to fight for this.”
The words strike her.
“I’m not fighting for this.” She steps back.
