Page 621 of Hell Hath No Fury
Her body remains as stiff as my cock with her enveloped tight against me. She’s the perfect antidote to this business crap. I kiss the smooth skin on the side of her throat. A moan escapes her mouth when I suck lightly. Taking that as approval, I glide my hand up to her tits and thumb her nipple hard enough to feel through her bra and tee shirt. I growl from the discovery. “I need to taste you.”
“I…I need a t-toothbrush.”
What in the actual fuck? Perplexed by her weird response, I spin her around so I can see her expression. She’s flushed and panting and magnificent. “A toothbrush?”
Her head bobs furiously. “Yes. I have everything else, and it’s all great but I don’t have a toothbrush. I’ve been using my finger, but I really think…”
The confession fades as I begin to scowl. She’s been here all this time, and I’m just finding this out now.
She shakes her head and steps back. “Forget it. I don’t need one. It’s fine.”
Oh how little she understands me. I grab her hand and drag her with me as I storm into the house. “It’s not fine.”
Mrs. Z stands at the counter whipping homemade cream for Chel’s nightly hot chocolate. She startles from me hauling Addie behind me but keeps her neutral game face on. “Addie needs stuff. Make a list and get everything she wants.”
Small fingers try to squeeze my large ones. “I only need a toothbrush.”
The tone is insolent. I’ve so waited for this. I jerk around to her haughty face. “What did I tell you about disrespecting me?”
Her pupils dilate and her lips part. The hunger I know exists darkens her eyes. She doesn’t give in easily.
“Don’t be mean to her. She didn’t know you were going to kidnap me so I’m sure she didn’t have all the supplies ready for hostages!”
Fuck she’s marvelous in her rage. Using my most menacing tone, I invade her space. “Then I guess if you’re a hostage, I should treat you like one.”
Before she can stammer out a response, I yank her up and force her legs to wrap around my waist. Mrs. Z’s laughter follows us down the hallway as I carry her to my suite with her struggling to escape. “Fighting me only makes me harder.”
The assertion subdues her anger with tiny fists on my chest as she pants. “You’re a monster.”
“Yeah, fireball, I am.”
I guess I’ve stunned her with my agreement. My honesty shouldn’t surprise her. I’ve never denied that fact.
She starts battling again once we hit my room, and I slam the door behind us. Not quite as furious as before. I guess her curiosity has the best of her. I stop at the foot of the bed and thread my fingers through her long silky hair, pulling tight so she’s trapped. “I told you before I would punish you for talking back to me in front of others.”
“Titan…”
My name is a strangled whisper on her lips while her eyes sink shut. As much as she wants to deny her feelings, she wants me too. I lay her on the mattress. Despite my gentleness, she remains spooked and tries to roll away. While I like the chase, I’m too far gone to slow down now. I twist her back, holding her flat with my palm on her stomach. Unable to overcome my strength, she snarls and claws at my fingers. Useless.
I grin and hold her gaze as I grasp her waistband with my free hand and leisurely draw her shorts down her legs. Goosebumps lift on her smooth skin in the wake of the fabric sliding across her thighs, and she lies completely still watching me with wide eyes. I drop the clothes on the floor and push her knees apart. “Are you wet for me, angel?”
She turns her head away. Incapable of lying, she refuses to answer. That’s okay. We both know the truth she can’t admit. “I’ll take that as a yes. But don’t be ashamed. I’m rock hard for you.”
The confession brings her brilliant jade eyes back to me. Silent yet intrigued, she waits for more, which I’m happy to give her. I tip forward and nudge her pussy lips under her silky panties with the tip of my nose until my lips cover her clit. I blow out a deep breath.
A gasp escapes her from the sensation of my warm mouth on the damp fabric. I repeat the motion and feel her swell against the material. So damn responsive. So damn gorgeous. So damn addictive. “I need more of you.”
Powerless to resist her any longer, I rip off her pink bikini and take in her sweet perfection. I fucking love that she’s natural, with tiny blond curls trimmed neatly above her cunt. Thumbing over her mound, I meet her uncertain gaze. My girl’s tough, but in this situation, her vulnerability shows through. She needs myapproval more than she needs oxygen at this moment. I give a slight squeeze. “Mine.”
I shove my hands under her ass, lifting her dripping pussy to my mouth. I lick deep and hard. “Mine to taste.”
My reward is her fingers driving into my hair and clawing at my scalp. With her juices smeared on my lips, I look up at her and all I can see is her graceful throat with her head thrown back. “You like that, baby girl?”
An answer isn’t necessary. I dive back in and use long, firm motions that make her hips buck. My teeth scrape her throbbing clit, and she makes a noise of absolute pleasure.
A smirk I can’t help curls my lips. She can resist all she wants but she loves how I make her feel. I glide in a finger. Damn she’s tight. Her delicate pussy needs to be prepped to handle my cock. ‘Mine to fuck.”
I circle her clit, sweeping up to separate the petals with the strong, steady strokes she seems to like. She keeps rhythm with me as I finger fuck her. Closer and closer to the edge, she shakes uncontrollably.
