Page 160 of Stand: Part One
She gasped in shock, the sharp pain causing her grip around my neck to loosen just enough for me to break out of her hold and lunge forward to trap her legs under me. Pressing down, I pinned her pelvis in place with my own, returning to my earlier task of ripping her wet clothes off.
“Nice try,” I commemorated, the stitching coming apart like paper.
“That’s my move,” she grunted as she managed to land two more punches to the side of my face as I yanked the ruined fabric off her.
Her third punch found itself trapped in my palm before it could land. Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I forced it to the floor, squeezing hard enough to make her wince.
It would be so easy for me to break her wrist again with just a few more pounds of pressure, but I didn’t want her incapacitated from another bone fracture. I’d prefer her incapacitation be from something far more rewarding for us both. Or at least, one of us.
“Not a fan when it’s reversed, huh?”
“It’s beneath you,” she retorted as she dug her heels into the floor, pointlessly attempting to pull at my fingers that remained locked around her other wrist.
Some days I wasn’t sure if it was compassionate or cruel to allow her the use of one of her arms while I restrained the other. Compassion in the freedom from restraint or cruelty in crushing the hope of a worthless advantage.
Laughter hummed in the back of my throat at the thought. “The only thing that’s beneath me right now is you.”
Ripping away the final remnants of her clothes, I tore at her strapless bra, flinging it across the room. Grabbing her other flailing wrist, I pinned both on either side of her head and buried my face between her damp breasts. Her cold, wet skin met the new stubble on my jaw, the friction causing her to shiver as she fought against my grip.
The familiar tug of her desperate attempts to break my hold brought a savage smile to my face. I missed this. I missed this fight in her. And I missed fucking it right out of her system.
I moaned with satisfaction as I held her down. “I missed this struggle with you,” I murmured, running my nose along the side of her cheek. “Do you remember how it was in the beginning? When I held you down like this, and you fought against every modicum of pleasure I gave you?”
Jaden scoffed, twisting her head to the side. “You mean when you first started raping me?” she snapped. “Yeah, I remember it vividly.”
I chuckled softly as I drew one of her peaked nipples into my mouth, sucking hard until she squirmed under me even more. She drew in a sharp gasp as her back arched, pushing more of herself into my mouth for the taking. Fuck, my cock was turning into a steel rod in my pants, ready to bury itself home.
“Do you also remember how fucking wet you were?” I teased, dragging the flat of my tongue across the swollen nub. I loved reminding her often of how her body easily surrendered to its impulses while her mind and heart continued to rebel at their own peril. “You were soaking then, just like I know you’re soaking now.”
Jaden groaned as she tried twisting her body under me but quickly discovered how useless that was. “You’re such a fucking asshole!”
Pulling back, I placed both of her wrists in one hand, then slapped her across the face. Not as hard as she deserved, but hard enough to grab her attention.
“I’ve just about had it with that disrespectful mouth of yours,” I growled. “And I’ve let you get away with it for long enough.”
Grabbing the flimsy wet fabric of her thong, I ripped it from her hips, the lining snapping sharply against her skin and causing her to cry out. I then balled it up in my hand and shoved it into her mouth, sealing my palm over her lips. Jaden shrieked in protest, twisting her head back and forth, attempting to dislodge my grip.
“Cuss again, and I swear to God, this won’t be the only thing you choke on tonight,” I warned, my patience for her inability to follow simple rules running out. Granted, I did enable her far too often. Jaden inhaled deeply through her nose when I pressed the rough wet fabric of my pants against her clit. “Do you understand?”
She grunted in the affirmative, her eyes wincing shut as she tried to nod her head.
“Good girl.”
Removing my hand, Jaden immediately twisted her head to the side and spit her ruined thong out onto the floor.
“And here I thought you’d finally given up,” she snapped bitterly.
I tsk’d at her comment. “You should know better than that by now,” I replied, and then sunk my teeth into her shoulder, biting down hard enough to elicit a cry from her lips. My tongue grazed along her neck as I sucked her skin into my mouth, intent on adding some fresh art to the fading masterpiece around her throat.
It wasn’t ten seconds later that Jaden’s fight began to slow, her energy draining far too quickly for my taste. That was why I liked the chase beforehand. The adrenaline rushing through her veins intensified her fight, prolonging the game and making the victory that much sweeter.
“Oh, come on,” I taunted, pressing my rock-hard length against her pelvis, unreasonably torturing myself. “I know you’re better than this.”
It didn’t take much to piss her off, the insult rupturing the dam containing her civility. Snapping to her left, she managed to reach out and clamp her teeth onto my forearm, biting deep into the skin.
“Fuuuccckkkk,” I practically moaned with joy, the pain of Jaden’s bite surging straight to my dick.
Pulling back, I yanked her up by her wrists, dislodging her teeth from my arm to reveal a bloodstained grin on her beautifully flushed face. Leaning down, I took her mouth hard, my lips claiming hers while my tongue delved into her mouth, tasting my own blood.
