Page 51 of Dare To Fall

“Then don’t fucking lie to me.”

“I wasn’t wet.”

“Liar.” I blow a breath over her clit and she jerks. “I bet if I’d spread your legs and put a hand into your panties, they’d have come away soaked.” I lick her clit again. “You like it when I’m mean.”

“No, I—”

“Naughty Kitten. I should spank you for that.” I tap her clit lightly with two fingers. “Play with yourself.”

Her fingers dance over her clit. I watch for a minute and then lean forward to join in with my tongue. When her legs start to shake, I pump my fingers in and out faster, sucking and flicking her clit until she cries out, grinding her pussy against my face.

“That’s it,” I whisper. “Fuck me.”

I grab her hips and hold her in place when she tries to move away.

“Fight me.”

I pull my fingers free of her body and replace them with my tongue, fucking her with it the way I plan to do with my dick later. Her entire body is shaking, her fingers digging into my shoulders. Her pussy is soaked, and I lap up every last taste of her, then press a kiss to her clit.

“Feed me.”

Her gasps are loud in the closet, little panting breaths and whimpers. She doesn’t stop me when I rise to my feet and pull up her pants. Gripping her jaw with my fingers, I kiss her, pushing my tongue between her lips so she can taste herself. She clings to me, sucks on my tongue, moans into my mouth.

When I pull away and take her hand to draw her into the tunnel, she doesn’t resist.

Chapter 32

Arabella

Eli must have visited the tomb and set everything up before I arrived in the closet because the candles are already lit. The instant I step out of the tunnel, he turns and grasps my chin between two fingers. His mouth meets mine, tongue plunging savagely between my lips.

“Fuck me.” I snarl between kisses.

He thinks what he’s doing to me in the day is making me wet. That I enjoy the torment.

My anger surges, and I fight him the only way I know how—by causing him pain. I sink my teeth into his lower lip and bite down until he hisses. When I let him go, he slams me back into the stone wall of the tomb. Clawing at his shoulders, my mouth finds his again. The kiss is as savage and violent as the emotions he invokes in me. He feeds my need, not backing down from the fierceness. His hands are all over me, groping, molding, squeezing.

“You want my dick, don’t you, Kitten?” He hooks his hands beneath my thighs and brings my legs up to wrap around his hips. “I bet you’ve been thinking about it all day.”

Instead of answering him, I attack his neck with my teeth. He swears and sucks in a breath.

I want to hurt him. Shred him to pieces until he’s as raw as I’m feeling. This is our battlefield, and I won’t back down from this fight.

He moves, carrying me across the space, and then lowers me onto the waiting blankets. I fight him as he untangles my legs and arms from his body. Squirm and twist as he strips me of my sneakers, yoga pants, and panties. Once I’m naked, he kneels between my spread thighs.

“I hate you.” I snarl, my gaze locked on him as he pushes down his sweatpants. His cock is hard and ready, growing even harder when he rolls on a condom.

His gaze connects with mine. “Say it again.”

“I hate you,” I repeat.

He leans over me, one hand beside my head and he teases the tip of his cock over my wetness. He torments me, and the worst part is how much he makes me want him. My body comes alive under his touch. It’s his to play, but even with the fiery passion between us, there’s a tiny voice screaming inside me that this isn’t right.

“I can’t hear you.” Eli taunts.

“I hate you.”

He thrusts into me in one smooth glide that has me arching up off the blanket with a moan.

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