Page 89 of Entangled

Just.

She already killed them, and right now, I hate her for it. I stare at every mark on her skin, memorizing them.

“Don’t,” she warns, and when I meet her eyes, she pulls her hair free of her bun, and it tumbles all around her like a waterfall. “I don’t need your pity.”

Look at her, throwing my words back at me. I grit my teeth and shake my head, coming back in close to her mouth.

“I don’t pity you, sugar. Just pity any survivors you left. They’re going to beg for your poison.”

Eden shivers, her gaze growing hooded. Whatever she says, there’s a part of her that likes it. Deep down, happy about it or not, she liked making them hurt for what they did. It turns her on to think of me hurting them too.

Her eyes skim down my body, and they darken, lingering on my bared cock, and she might as well have sucked it into her mouth for the way my balls tighten.

I’m already dripping precum for her, and I coat my palm in it, then give myself a stroke. She watches the whole thing, and I grip my dick hard at the base, trying to strangle the urge to put her on her ass and shove myself into that soaking pussy.

“You want this?”

She nods, her tongue teasing her lower lip. The sight of the pink, wet drag of it wrenches another growl out of me.

“Well, I’m not going to serve it up to you, princess.” My blood is pounding with the need to do just that—to take her to the ground and bury myself in her throat until she gags on it—but I want to see her do it. I want to see herfight. “You want to swallow my dick, then come and get it.”

“Why are you such a jerk all of the time?” she snaps, and I give her a lazy smirk as I crowd her against the tree. My glossy crown rubs against her silky soft stomach, painting her in me.

“Just how I’m wired, sugar. Just like you’re wired to pant for it.” I bend down and she yanks her head back. I chase her, nipping at her neck. “Come get it, Miss Manners. Show me how you burn.”

She buries her hands in my hair, yanking me against her throat, even as she pulls down hard. It fucking hurts, and I laugh before I bite her again, harder than before, then suck on her like she’s candy. Crying out, she rakes her nails brutally down the back of my neck, over my shoulders, all the way down my back to my ass.

Then she shoves me back, and I grab her chin in a rough grip, forcing her mouth to mine. I lick at her lips, then bite down. Impatient, I tilt her head back by her chin for a deeper angle on her mouth. Pressing my cock into her, I hold her to the tree with my body weight, though I make sure she has enough room to wriggle free if she really wants to.

She struggles, clawing at my sides, and I stop fucking her mouth with my tongue long enough to press my blunt, dirty fingertips hard into her pretty cheeks. Her lips part in an obscene promise, and I bring my other hand up and press two fingers inside, over her protesting tongue and deep into her tight throat. It’s scorching hot and so fucking wet I send up a prayer that I don’t blow before I even get inside her.

Her throat constricts as she chokes, and saliva pools around my fingers. I pull them out a little, letting her breathe, then shove them back in again until she gags, almost drowning in my own need.

She glares, bucking against me, but I’m living for the feel of her throat strangling my fingers. She’s staying put. Her glasses are on a ridiculous tilt on her nose, that old-lady chain she has attached to them bouncing against her cheeks, and it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

Then she wrenches hard out of my grip and pushes forward, sucking my fingers even deeper down her throat, until her saliva coats my palm and drips down my wrist and my dick is demanding to replace them. Her eyes water as she takes me, but as I curse, they fill with satisfaction.

Then she fucking bites me.

With a growl, I yank my throbbing fingers out of her mouth, and she gasps for air, then slaps me across the cheek. My head whips to the side, and I laugh.

When I look back at her, she’s staring at my cheek, horrified, but her eyes are drunk with lust.

“Come on, sugar, I can take it,” I taunt. “Give me more. Show me all that pretty rage.”

The horror fades. “Take off your shirt,” she demands.

I cock a brow, but yank it over my head. “That make you happy, princess?” I grasp my dick and give it another rough stroke. “You want to inspect the merchandise before you claim it?”

Eden steps into me, then scratches me viciously down my chest until I hiss. “Don’t be an ass, Jayk. You’re already mine.”

My smirk fades as I stare at her, but she’s already dropping to her knees. She slaps at my hand until I release my cock, and her hand replaces mine. It’s slim, her skin so much softer than my calloused disasters, but her grip is punishing.

She looks up at me as her mouth parts, and she draws me onto her tongue. Need and naked fury seethe in the depths of her eyes. She’s not a princess right now, or a librarian.

She’s letting her monster out.

Mine.

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