Page 33 of The Tangle of Awful

Grinning, I kiss away her annoyed words, drawing her deeper into the moment with me. I wait until she’s gasping, close to climax before pulling my hips back.

“I could torture you like this forever.”

Her lust-drunk eyes flutter at my words. “Stop talking. I like you better when you don’t speak.”

“Bitch,” I say with a smirk and then trail kisses to her neck. “What’s your game, leech?”

I suck softly just below her ear, letting my hot breath tickle over her flesh. When I reach a particularly sweet part of her neck, I put more force into the suction of my mouth. She moans, lost in the moment, allowing me to mark her like she’s mine.

She is mine.

Mine to torment and tease and taunt.

This is my game and she’s a player in it.

“You’ve been waiting two long years for me to fuck you, hmm?” I rumble, nipping at her slick skin. “You want me inside of you, don’t you?”

She doesn’t answer, once again tugging on my hair to bring my mouth to hers. As if she can turn off all conversation and just let our bodies do the talking.

My body says, “Let’s fuck.”

Her body says, “Now, please.”

Unfortunately for both of our bodies, my mouth spits out other words.

“Your body might intrigue and confuse my dad, but make no mistake, leech, I’m well aware of what your plans are.”

“I have no plans,” she croaks out.

“Imbed yourself in our lives, bleed out what you can from us, put our nuts in your purse. You money-hungry females are all the same.”

“I don’t want your money,” she growls, stiffening beneath me. “I don’t even want you. Get off.”

“Oh, I will.” I smirk at her. “I’ll get off all over your pretty face, leech.”

She goes to smack me again, which is getting pretty fucking old if you ask me, but I anticipate the move, gripping her wrist and slamming it to the bed.

“Let me go,” she commands, fire once again making her eyes glitter.

Watching her closely, I grind against her pussy. She gasps and tilts her head back, losing herself to the sensation.

“Nobody’s stopping you. Go, leech. Let go.”

Her lids flutter and she digs her heels into my ass. I continue to punish her with teasing circular motions of my body against hers, drawing her closer and closer to the edge of bliss.

“Are you close?” I murmur, mouth hovering over hers. “Tell me.”

“Mmm.” She nods sharply. “Fuck.”

“Dirty mouth.”

She’s about to give in when I hear Dad’s voice somewhere in the house, calling for her. As though she’s been splashed with cold water, she freezes and her eyes grow wide. Panic has her swollen, just-kissed lips parting and her face blushing crimson.

“Spencer—”

I cover her mouth with my palm, effectively ending whatever she was going to say. We have a bit of a struggle as she attempts to escape my hold, but I easily overpower her, managing to grip both wrists in one of my hands and pinning them to the bed. Once more, I cover her mouth with my palm.

Dad’s voice grows nearer, and I can hear footsteps beyond her open bedroom door. Since I’ve lived here all my life and know just how long it takes Dad to get to my room, I take advantage of the few precious seconds, grinding into her harder and faster.

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