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"Maybe," she breathes back.
I smile because if she thinks she can start a fire and not burn for it, she’s wrong. I’d love to see her try though.
"You can try," I say. "But we both know you’re not gonna lift a finger."
Her body tenses—trembling with the effort it takes not to break first. I want her sobbing into my palm while I wreck every fucking inch of that smart, reckless mouth. I lift my handand drag the back of my knuckles lightly down her cheek, just enough to make her shiver.
"You want to be a brat?" I murmur. "You want to pretend you don’t already know how this ends?"
Her chest rises sharply against mine, but I don't miss the way her nipples pebble beneath the thin fabric of my shirt—and how her thighs shift, squeezing together like she can smother the heat building between them. She might walk back to him when this is over, but she’ll be dripping my cum down her thighs—and he’ll know he’s getting nothing but my leftovers.
"You can run your mouth all you want," I say, trailing my fingers down to the chain around her throat. I hook a finger under it, feeling her pulse hammering against the delicate skin there.
"But we both know you're two dirty words away from begging me to ruin you."
She gasps, and it’s the prettiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
"You’re disgusting," she spits, but her voice cracks.
I chuckle. "You haven't even seen disgusting yet," I rasp. "But keep talking. Keep lying to yourself. See how long you last before you’re on your knees, cum dripping down your thighs, begging for the monster you swore you hated."
Her face flames with fury and want. All tangled together into something messy and broken and perfect. I step even closer, pressing her back harder into the wall, making sure she feels the thick, hard length of me against her stomach.
It only takes a second before she arches against me—the moment she tips her chin up like she’s daring me to do it—I almost lose it. Her breath stutters against my chest, and her body goes stiff with something I’m sure she doesn’t want to name.
Good.
I hope it eats her alive, because I’m done playing nice. I’m done pretending I don’t want to ruin her. And she’d love every fucking second of it.
My hand slides lower, still holding the chain. I drag the metal slowly along her throat and I feel her breath catch like a fucking prayer.
"Open that filthy mouth," I rasp, my knuckles grazing her pulse. "Give me a reason to break you faster."
Because I will. And she’ll thank me for it—whether it’s through tears or bitten-off moans. She’d look so fucking beautiful with my cock down her throat, tears streaming from her eyes.Fuck.I want to do things to this woman even the devil would whisper about.
Her eyes flash, and there she is. The girl who doesn’t know how to quit, even when her body’s already halfway mine.
“In your fucking dreams. You can eat shit,” she fires back, sharper this time. But it only makes my cock harder. I love it when my girl bites.
I lean in, brushing my nose along the curve of her jaw, breathing her in like a death sentence I’ve already written.
“Yet you still haven’t told me to stop,” I murmur, my voice low and filthy.
She jerks in my grip, and I know she’s fucking drenched.
“Has Frank ever made you this wet without even touching your pussy?” I growl, savoring the way she flinches.
She makes a sound that’s part rage, part humiliation—and shoves at my chest. I let her pretend she has a choice, then I grab her wrists and slam them over her head, pinning her to the wall in one brutal move. She gasps, her body arching trying to get out of my grip, making her tits press against my chest. Her whole body trembles under the weight of everything she’s trying not to feel.
“Keep fighting,” I rasp, grinding my cock against her stomach. “I like it when you lie to yourself.”
“Go to hell,” she breathes, voice frayed and trembling.
“Only if you’re on your knees when I get there, sweetheart.”
Her eyes widen with fury, fear, and want—bleeding together so fast she can’t hide it.
Having an idea, I let her wrists go and step back. "On your knees.”
