Page 14 of Thief

“Oh yeah, Pussy Cat, I enjoyed it, but lying still and submissive is really not my style. It took a lot to give you that.”

“So why do it?”

He lifted his hand and moved a thick rope of hair plastered against her cheek. His fingertips brushed her neck, and a crackle of sensation shot across her flesh and spiked her nipples against his chest. “Because I thought you were sweet and naïve. You’d taken a risk with me, and I didn’t want you to regret it.” He snorted and banged his hand onto the tiles, the brief moment of gentleness evaporating. “If I’d known you were a common thief, I wouldn’t have been nearly so accommodating.”

Kat was trapped, she could go nowhere, but something inside her didn’t want to go. She liked him being so close to her nakedness again. She liked the feel of his glorious, demanding cock, which she knew could give such pleasure.

“So do it now,” she whispered. “Take me how you wanted to.”

He crushed his chest to hers, pinning her body to the ice cold wall. “What the hell did you just say?”

“Fuck me now. Hard and fast.” Her voice was firmer. “If it will make you feel better.”

“What do you think I am?” His mouth hovered an inch from hers and her tongue remembered his musky taste. “You think I’m a rapist?” he said.

Kat glared back up at him.

“You think I’m the sort of scumbag who breaks into girls’ apartments and rapes them in the shower?”

“Clearly you’re the sort of guy who’s up for breaking and entering, but…” Kat looked down at their connected chests. His was outlined by his wet T-shirt with hers flattened against it. She swallowed and pushed her palms against the cool tiles by her buttocks. “It’s not rape…” she looked back up into his sparkling, furious eyes, “if I ask you to.”

A low, growling sound erupted from his throat, just audible over the roar of the shower. “Don’t fucking tempt me.”

Kat held eye contact, unwavering despite the swirling steam and the flying water. Her clit throbbed and her skin prickled at the thought of him taking her how he wanted to. She’d caught such a brief glimpse of his raw wildness—a second, perhaps less—and something in her, curiosity, desire, wanted to see more of it, feel more of it.

“You couldn’t handle it, little girl.”

“I’m not a little girl.” Kat frowned, her stomach tensing at the pressure of his hunger.

“No.” He glanced at her engorged, heaving breasts mashed against his chest. “I guess you’re not.”

Kat trembled.

“But you’re a temptress who can’t follow through.”

“That’s rubbish—”

He reached for her face, placed his fingers on either side of her mouth, squeezed and gripped her jaw half open. “So how come you don’t know what to do with a cock, Pussy Cat?”

“I do,” she managed, something in her sparking to life at his dominant handling. She shouldn’t be enjoying this, but for some reason, she was.

“Oh, yeah.” His voice was mocking. “Want to prove it?”

She hesitated for a fraction of a second then nodded.

He moved back, let go of her face and reached for his sodden flies.

Bubbles of terror and delight popped in her chest like a glut of champagne.

He glared down at her body, raging, unquenched lust pooling in his eyes. “And you’re asking for it?”

Kat trembled. There seemed to be a sudden lack of oxygen amongst the steam; her head lightened.

“It’s not rape if you’re asking,” he repeated her words back to her, hand poised at his zipper. “Answer me, damn it.” His face looked savage, the skin stretched taut over his features, hollowing his cheekbones farther.

“I want you to do it…now,” she said. “I’m asking.”

His sudden, hard kiss was like that of a marauder intent on domination. His lips were controlling and urgent as his tongue pushed straight past hers, thrusting and pounding in a way her body cried out for.

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