Page 56 of Love Bites Hard

I didn’t bother worrying about the presents. Someone would inevitably bring them to my room and leave them by the door.

“What’s your problem?” I demanded, though there was no heat behind the words.

“You know exactly what my problem is, female,” he growled, his hand tightening around my upper thigh in a way that made me hot.

“Do I?”

He slammed the door to our bedroom shut behind us, and tossed me onto the bed. I landed so lightly that I knew he’d been careful not to hurt me, despite his clear anger. “I told you not to get yourself off, and you filled yourself with this.” He pulled the gigantic vibrator out of the drawer, his eyes still dark with fury.

“You weren’t willing to take care of my needs yourself,” I said bluntly. “What else was I supposed to do?”

“Tell me you needed me,” he gritted out.

“I didn’t need you. I had that.” I gestured toward the toy.

He snarled, grabbing my knees and pulling me to the edge of the bed, so my legs hung off as he towered over me. Propping myself up on my arms, I waited for his next move. “You think this can make you feel as good as I can?”

No.

I knew it couldn’t.

But it did the job anyway.

“Yes,” I lied.

His eyes flashed like I’d challenged him.

He peeled my jeans down my legs, tore my panties off, and opened me wide. “You think this can make you scream the way I do, Isabella?”

“Yes,” I breathed, as he put the tip of it against my entrance.

“Prove it.” He slid it inside me, still gentle enough despite that fury, and my head tipped back as my hips arched with the sudden entrance.

He bottomed it out inside me, making me suck in a breath. My fingers dug into the blankets as he pulled it out and drove it back in a little rougher.

My hips arched.

My body rocked and moved.

He worked it in and out over and over, nudging my clit with the top part and finding my g-spot now and then.

But the feeling was nothing like having his cock inside me.

“You need more,” he said.

“No,” I panted, though he was right.

“Youdeservemore.”

Yes, I did.

I deserved my mate in my bed, where he belonged.

I deserved not to have to worry if he was running with some furry bitch every night. Not to have to hope he hadn’t gotten hurt somehow.

“If this was my cock, you would’ve already come twice.” His voice was low and angry, but he was right, and we both knew it.

“Turn it on,” I moaned, and he finally hit the button.

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