Page 61 of Regret

“What can I say,” she started softly, “I’m a cock tease.”

He loosened the grip he had on her hair and reached both of his arms around her shoulders, brushing his knuckles against her chest. He slipped a finger inside the shirt, tracing it along the swell of her breast. Her skin was warm and soft, begging for him to taste it. “Is that what you want, Scar. My cock?”

“That all depends.”

“On what?”

“If it’s going to be worth it.”

Those words of challenge made him lose the last bit of his resolve. She had pissed him off too much, challenged him one time too many.

He took the shirt she was wearing between his fingers and tore it open with a hard jerk, buttons flying all around them. She gasped, and he glanced down, catching sight of her big, round, voluptuous breasts and a beautiful pink nipple. He grabbed her arm and turned her around, wanting those damn tits all up in his face.

“You really shouldn’t challenge me.” His gaze remained glued to her breasts.

“Why not? You afraid you can’t rise to the occasion?”

He grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms hard above her head, her breasts pushed up even more. “I’ve already risen to the occasion. The question is, can you handle it?”

She arched her back, wanting to push her breasts against his chest.

“I can handle anything.”

“Prove it.”

He took both her wrists in one hand, and brought one arm down to palm her breast. He leaned down, taking a hard nipple in his mouth, and heard her moan, the sound shooting straight down to his dick. He sucked and swirled and flicked his tongue, giving that hard nub all the attention it needed while Scarlet started to move against him, her own body betraying her. It was fucking beautiful.

He bit down and her loud moan hit the goddamn roof. If delicate and soft was what she wanted, she was definitely not getting it.

“Harder,” she ordered when he grazed his teeth around her breast.Fuck yeah.

So he gave her exactly what she asked for, biting down hard before sucking it all into his mouth. Her skin smelled like cherries and chocolate, and God knew it tasted even better.

“You think I can’t handle you, Ace?” she asked softly, pushing her chest out to give him more of her round flesh to suck on.

He let go of her nipple with a pop and looked her in the eye, raging lust turning into fiery desire. But the second he stared into those blue eyes he could almost feel them giving him back some of the resolve he lost a few minutes ago, swaying him into stopping what he was about to do.But fuck that shit.He wasn’t stopping. Not now.

He closed his eyes and slammed his lips against hers. The want, the need to have her, to feel and taste her, was too strong. He’d be dammed if he would let the color of her eyes rob him of what he really fucking needed.Her.

Their tongues lapped and danced, ravished and fucked, all the while his palm kneaded her breast, his fingers tugging at her nipples, earning him heady moans and labored breaths. The way he kept on pinching and pulling at her nipples had to be painful, but her moans of pleasure just got louder, her face flushed with desire. He deepened their kiss, their lips smacking together—hard and rough, their tongues fighting for control as they kept on ravishing each other. There was nothing romantic or sensual about what was happening. It was raw, it was primal, and it was about to consume them both.

Between devouring her lips and palming her breasts, he said, “We’re about to find out if you can handle me or not, Scar.”

She pulled her lips away from his and looked him square in the eye. “Then stop fucking around and show me what you’ve got.”

And that was all he needed to let the monster come out to play, to stop fighting and to just let it go.

He reached down, took her pants in his hands, and pulled fucking hard, tearing through the leather like it was nothing. Her pants were in tatters around her feet by the time he was done, leaving her completely naked in front of him. For a second he glanced down and admired her every curve. Every inch of her was put together to torture and tempt him. Legs that screamed to be around his neck. Hips that begged for him to push his fingers into their flesh while pounding her hard from behind. And a perfectly toned stomach for him to glide his lips down, down until he reached the smooth skin he’d felt in his palm earlier that day. He didn’t need to touch her or feel her heat for him to know that she wanted him now just as much as she wanted him when he had her pinned against his apartment window.

“You have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy fucking you, Scarlet.”

She raised a brow. “Oh, I have no doubt. Whether I’m going to enjoy it remains to be seen.”

Another challenge that hung thick in the air around them. Hunter loved it, the way she woke the determination in him to prove to her that he would be the best fuck she ever had.

He stepped back, never taking his eyes off hers. “I think you need to get on your knees for that.”

She smirked. “I don’t get on my knees for anyone.”

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