Page 47 of Twice the Rivalry

The hand at her throat tightened, stealing just a bit more of her breath, and while she should have panicked at the feeling, instead, it only heightened her sensations, making her impossibly wet. Code suddenly yanked his mouth away from hers, his eyes fiery as he rasped, “Ready to beg yet?”

Her lips pulled into a predatory smile. “Never,” she gasped out. “I think you’re holding back.”

His eyes flashed at the clear challenge, and his hand tightened more. She could still breathe, but it was definitely more of a challenge. Then his hand disappeared from her throat, moving to the back of her head, gripping her hair tight in his fist and yanking her head back, exposing her throat but also sending jolts of sensation from her scalp and through her body. God, shelovedher hair being pulled. She let out a moan of pleasure, then a gasp of surprise when Code put his mouth to her neck, biting, nipping, and licking at her skin.

It was hot as hell, and her body shuddered at the onslaught of pleasure. She had a thing about her neck, and it seemed Code had figured that out. Her core clenched hard at one particularly stinging bite, and her legs tightened around his hips as she ground herself against him. He was so hard that all she had to do was shift her hips the right way long enough and she could probably get herself off just like this.

When he moved up to her jaw, he nipped at her, soothing the sting with his tongue before he slid his lips to her ear and whispered, “Mmmm, you like that, don’t you, baby? You like it a little rough. I can practically feel you soaking me through those thin pants of yours. I bet you want to come so bad, don’t you? Maybe I’ll let you, but you have to beg me first. Beg me like a good girl and maybe I’ll help you come.”

“Fuck you,” she gasped out, even as his hand in her hair tightened and made her body shudder against him.

“Not unless you beg,” he said smugly, grinding himself a little harder against her clit, but not enough to send her over the edge.

“Then you’ll be waiting a long damn time,” she tossed back. She tightened her grip in his hair, yanking his head back, making him hiss and grind into her in reaction. Triumph flared through her, and a slow smile spread across her lips. Oh, it seemed that someone else liked it a little rough, she thought to herself smugly. Well, two could play at that game. “Maybe it should be you begging,” she told him as she did it a second time, watching the desire in his eyes flame even higher. “I bet I could get you to beg me to suck your cock,” she taunted, tilting her head forward to bite at his jaw, ignoring the pain in her scalp from the grip of his hand still in her hair. “You know, if I could find it,” she added softly in his ear, provoking him.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

CODE

Asnarl of outrage filled his throat, making him grind hard against her. “Oh, we both know you’ll be able to find it just fine,” he growled harshly as he thrust his erection against her clit, making her moan and gasp even as her blue eyes went hazy with desire. “Or are you missing the fact that it’s my dick you’re currently grinding against like a cat in heat?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer before he let go of her hair and put his mouth back over hers. He didn’t want to hear her insults; he wanted to hear her moans and gasps again.

She was a storm. Wild and crazy, ready to wreck him with everything she had. It was hot as fuck, and also terrifying as hell. Still, he was never one to back away from anything, and he wasn’t about to start with the woman he both despised and desired. Even as her tongue tangled with his, he could hear her breathless moans as he commanded the kiss. Glitch was a contradiction, and as much as he knew he shouldn’t, he wanted to peel back all those layers. Especially now that he knew how perfect she tasted. How much her desires seemed to match his own.

He was hard as stone, even as the two of them ground against each other like they were teenagers again, learning all about how good it felt for the first time. She was all woman, and she wasn’t shy about trying to get what she wanted. A part of him wondered what the hell he was doing, considering the fact that on a good day they were rivals, but on days like today, they barely were able to tolerate each other. Another part of him wondered why the hell he hadn’t done this sooner.

Unable to stand it any longer, he pulled his mouth from hers, and moved one hand to the waistband of her yoga pants. He wanted to feel how wet she was for him, because he had every intention of making her beg him for release before he gave it to her. Of course, she took that as his assent to undo his belt and go for the button on his jeans, but he didn’t bother to stop her. Hell, his dick was screaming to be freed, and he wasn’t going to give up the chance to have her hand on him. Let her think she was going to make him beg her, because he had far more self-control than that.

His hand cleared her waistband and pushed past her panties, but suddenly a shrill sound lit the air and they both froze. He pulled his mouth from hers, realizing it was his phone. Cursing, he yanked his hand out of her pants and reached to grab his phone from his back pocket. He cursed again when he saw it was Savage. “Yeah?” he barked, trying to tell himself to calm down. Glitch’s small hand was now in his boxers and gripping his length, making him bite back a hiss. He glared at her, but she just gave him a taunting smile as she slowly worked him, clearly trying to distract him, the little witch.

“Need you over at the bar,” Savage sighed. “Seems that one of the prospects wasn't paying attention when they were cleaning and pulled out one of your cables. Now the whole payment system in the bar is down and we have people trying to leave without paying their tabs.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, pissed and realizing that he had to get over there. “I’m on my way.” Then he hung up and turned his gaze back to Glitch, who hadn’t stopped working him with her hand, and grabbed her by the wrist to stop her. He couldn’t stop the groan that slipped past his lips when her hand tightened on him, but then he pinned her with a glare. “I have to go,” he informed her, yanking her hand away from him before setting her back down on her feet.

“What’s the problem?” she asked him, eyes sharp despite the desire still burning in their depths.

He forced himself to step back from her and quickly button his jeans before doing up his belt. “Prospects fucked with a cable over in the bar. I need to get over there to fix it so people don’t leave without paying,” he told her briskly.

She nodded, stepping away from the door. “Are you going to tell me where my shit is so I can get some work done while you’re doing that?” she asked him as she opened the door and stepped out.

He had half a mind to still make her search for it, but he didn’t have time right now to listen to her bitching. “It’s in a box in the kitchen pantry marked suckers,” he told her as he followed her out, locking the door behind him. Not that it would keep her out, but still, it was a habit, and he planned on getting a newer, sturdier lock anyway.

She stared at him for a moment and then scowled. “You really are an asshole,” she huffed.

“You weren’t saying that a second ago,” he sneered at her.

She wasn’t the least bit embarrassed as she looked back at him and said, “A momentary lapse in judgment. It won’t be happening again.”

He scoffed as they headed down the stairs. “Tell that to your soaking wet panties, baby,” he taunted. “Like I said, you’ll be begging me for more.”

“In your dreams, caveman,” she taunted him back, glaring up at him as they reached the bottom of the stairs. She headed for the kitchen. “Oh, and I suggest you remember that, because no one touches my shit and gets away with it.”

He headed for his office to get his things, but took a second to toss over his shoulder, “I’m about as scared of you as I am of a little kitty cat, babe. So you go ahead and try your worst. Hell, I’ll just stick your short ass up on top of a shelf and watch you try to get down. Endless entertainment for everyone while you spit and hiss. Now, as much as I know you love being in my presence, I have real work to get to, so how about you get back to finding your things and leave me the hell alone for the rest of the day.”

He heard her stop, and despite his better judgment, he stopped too when she called his name. Only when he turned to look at her, he froze in place when a knife flew past his face, embedding in the wall right next to his head. When he glared at her, furious and still hopelessly turned on, she was giving him a look full of dangerous promises. “I think you best remember, Code, that this little kitty cat has some very sharp claws, and she will not hesitate to use them,” she hissed at him. Then she turned and walked right into the kitchen.

Code reached around, pulled the knife out of the wall, and then walked into his office, setting it on the desk as he quickly grabbed his supplies and laptop. Damn stubborn woman, he thought to himself angrily. What the fuck was her problem? He had half a mind to go back, grab her, and spank her ass, but he also knew that was a stupid and irrational reaction. She wasn’t his, and he didn’t want her as his either. Whatever this shit was between them, it was nothing but trouble, and he was insane to even have attempted it.

He could only blame it on his anger and the fact that she took great pleasure in goading him at every opportunity. So as he made his way over to the bar, he vowed that it would never happen again. Besides, after that little display, he had a feeling it was for the best. She was making him feel things he didn’t need to feel, and distracting him from his work.

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