Page 140 of Paradox
I immediately feel hollow when he pulls out, but there’s no time to dwell.
With just as much ease as he’d caught me, Eden throws me over his shoulder—my ass still bare to the world.
With his first step back towards the cabin, he slaps me, and the cold makes it sting that much more. But he’s right there, groping my entire ass cheek in one of his giant hands.
Then his thumb slips inside me, and my moan is lost to the forest.
I brace myself against the small of his back and push my shoulders up as I try to force him further into me.
His laugh is devilish right before he sinks his teeth into me, and this time I do cry out and pound my fists against him.
“Put me down!”
“You don’t want that.”
“Yes I do, you asshole!”
“You really don’t.”
I reach behind me and grab Eden’s wrist, pulling his hand away. “Put. Me. Down!”
Like those were the secret magic words, he holds up both arms in surrender, letting me slip from his shoulder.
Pulling up one side of my pants, I twist to try and see if he drew blood, but I barely find the spot before his hand is in my hair and I’m yanked forward—my neck cracking.
“Ow! Fuck you.”
He laughs, and starts dragging me behind him.
It hurts worse than the bite and reminds me way too much of how he used to treat me.
“Please stop.”
“No.”
“Seriously, Eden. You’re hurting me.”
“It's not my fault you're so fucking sexy.”
Ithrow Jintae inside the cabin, and the sound of the door slamming is reverberating off the dusty rafters before he even hits the ground.
Pulling himself together, he braces his hands against the rug like a sprinter about to start a race, and stares at me. Then, whatever shred of patience he has left visibly snaps, and he’s off.
He gets in three good strides before he jumps; hurling himself at my chest.
I stumble backwards, spin, and slam his back against the front door.
His thighs choke me and his hands tug at my hair while he fucks my mouth with his tongue.
Reaching behind myself, I slide my hands down his shins then tear off his snow-drenched shoes and socks.
His hoodie is next, and he grunts his protests down my throat when the time comes to unlatch himself from me. Then I’mtugging at my own shirts, but apparently I’m not fast enough, because he takes over.
“I’ve seen you desperate, but this is something else.”
“That’s because I can’t take it anymore.”
I scoop my hands up his sides, just to watch his eyes flicker, then cup his cheeks. “Me, too.”
