Page 67 of Volatile

“I can’t walk away from a discussion when you’ve pissed me off? Isn’t that everything they’ve said in anger management?” His words were barely more than a growl.

“I don’t know. I don’t like you just being mad and fucking leaving.” Rage built in my chest.

“I won’t keep fucking talking to someone who decided sleeping next to me was fucking difficult.” He stepped closer to me. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep my difficulty to myself.”

“I didn’t say—”

He cut me off with a wave. “I heard you. I know what you said.”

I shoved his hand out of my face. “You weren’t listening.”

“What the fuck did you think I was doing?” His tone got angrier.

“Hearing what you wanted to.”

“There was no fucking mistaking what you said.” His eyes burned with indignation.

“Or maybe you’re too fucking stubborn and dense to let me explain how I meant it.”

“Please enlighten me.” He got in my face. “Because easier with your brother means I’m harder. No fucking way to mistake that.”

“It’s not one or the other. Easier has a lot of fucking meanings, and if you want to fucking catch a hint, look at your goddamn self right now. Talking to a wall would be easier.” I pressed in until our noses almost touched.

“Then why don’t you talk to a wall if it’s easier?”

“Because I don’t want to fuck the wall later,” I said, my tone getting away from me.

He took a step into my space and then another, his chest hitting mine, backing me up. “No? Who do you want to fuck?”

I swallowed hard, at a loss for words.

“I’m waiting?” Royal stalked forward until my ass hit the cabinets.

“You fucking know.”

“Answer.”

I shook my head.

“No? I guess I’ll have to fuck my hand then?” He pulled his cock out between us and stroked it.

What the fuck was he doing? I looked between his dick and face.

“Still don’t want to say?”

“You,” I said through my teeth.

“I can’t understand you with your mouth closed.” He had this sadistic edge to him he got when he boxed.

“You.” That time, I opened my mouth and enunciated, so he couldn’t use that excuse again.

He hooked a thumb behind my teeth and forced me down, keeping my jaw open as he shoved his tip between my lips. “Better.”

There was no room for a reply as he forced himself to the back of my throat, keeping my jaw held between his thumb and first finger. He leaked pre-cum, coating my throat as he took me. My heart hammered in my ears.

Was he doing this because of what I admitted last night? Never could I have imagined he’d do it this way. Take it. But he forced my mouth open wider, getting another inch of himself in my throat. I gagged, not having time to get used to him. I’d never been so turned on in my life.

A smile lifted his lips. “Am I too big so early?”

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