Page 46 of Brutal Crown
“That’s what I thought.” I reach out, brushing my fingers over her lower lip. “Because it’s not him you dream about, is it?”
She shoves my chest and slaps me across the cheek, her eyes flashing. “You’re disgusting.”
I laugh before stepping forward again and grabbing both her hands, pinning them above her head. She gasps as I hold both her wrists together with one hand, using my second hand to pull down her lower lip.
“You want this.”
“I hate you,” she breathes.
“But you want this.”
I press one knee between her legs. Her mouth falls open in a quiet gasp, and I slip two fingers inside. Her body betrays her, and she knows it.
“Suck.”
Her eyes are fiery, glaring daggers at me. But she closes her mouth and swirls her tongue around my fingers.
I groan, and that emboldens her. Closing her eyes, she pushes her head down on my hand, slightly scraping her teeth along my flesh as she sucks my fingers like a popsicle.
When I can’t take it anymore, I pull them out of her mouth and kiss her.
There’s no gentleness or patience in the kiss. Just the pent-up desire and fury we’ve both been swallowing for weeks. My tongue slides over and inside her lips, urging them to open further. I pull her bottom lip between my teeth, and she moans.
And I know this is it. The unraveling.
The line between hate and hunger shatters.
I feel my dick throb in my pants as she starts to rock her hips over my knee.
“Fuck,” I groan, and her body trembles as my free hand slides down her side to pull her dress up.
I push my hand under her dress and curse low in my throat when I feel the wet heat through her panties.
She’s soaked. For me.
She lets out a pleased sigh as I release her wrists, but the sound turns into a sharp gasp as I use both hands to tear what little fabric separates us. Her panties rip in my hands, and the sound drives me insane. I don’t drop them. I keep them fisted in one hand like a fucking trophy.
Grabbing her waist, I lift her body and press her against the shelf. Her legs wrap around my waist, her fingers clawing at my hair and shoulders as I tug my fly and pull my pants down.
My cock is aching, pulsing, already slick from how ready she is.
But then?—
A breath catches in her throat.
Not fear.
Not regret.
Just that tremble… that slight hesitation.
I pause.
And I know.
She’s never done this before. Of course she hasn’t. She walks around this house like she’s untouchable, like no one’s ever had the right to reach inside her, toruinher. She’s held herself above everyone—above me—and now I’m the one she gives this to.
Me.
