Page 57 of Love Bites Hard

My hips arched, and I cried out as he pulled it away too soon.

Way too soon.

“You think I’m going to let you come on this toy again, Isabella?” He laughed humorlessly. “If you want your release, you take it wrapped around me.”

“Fine. Fuck me.”

“I haven’t heard an apology yet.”

“You’re not getting one.” My hips arched desperately, but he pulled the toy out before I could finish again, and I groaned.

“Then you aren’t either.”

I was talking about apologies—but he was talking about climaxes.

“Fuck you, Porter.”

“You should’ve,” he agreed, driving the toy in deep enough to make me gasp.

“You should’ve been in my bed, like a real mate. If you want to screw me, you sleep here with me.”

His eyes locked with mine, and he held the vibrator where it was as my body tightened and my pleasure rose. Just before I could shatter, he pulled it out again, leaving my body desperate and aching.

He lifted the vibrator to his mouth and turned it off, then slowly licked my slickness off the length of it before he said, “I can’t share your bed.”

“Then you can’t screw me again, or stop me from getting myself off.”

He tucked the vibrator in his pocket and stepped back. “Touch yourself, and I tie your hands to the bed the next time we do this.”

My chest rose and fell rapidly as his hot gaze moved over me slowly.

Carnally.

Needily.

“If you jerk off after this, I’m leaving,” I said, the threat in my voice absolutely honest.

“I can’t knot my hand, so I wouldn’t be able to come if I tried.”

“You can get off without knotting.”

“Not anymore.” With one last, long look at my soaked core, he strode out of the room. Over his shoulder, he called, “Don’t openthe door tonight, no matter what. If you go to the pool, be back here by noon. The moon madness sets in during the afternoon.”

I lifted a hand to flip him off, even though I knew I’d do exactly what he said for the sake of my safety.

He left me on our bed, with my thighs open and my core drenched.

I was so furious, I could barely breathe.

If that bastard thought he could control me like that, he was in for a fucking show, because one thing was sure:

He had just declared war.

And a siren would never lose a lust war.

I spentthe rest of the day and most of the night putting my plan together. Porter was right about him trying to break into my room while he was affected by the moon, so I distracted myself from the repetitive pounding and banging by texting my sisters.

Blair was probably sleeping or hooking up with Hale, so she didn’t answer, but everyone else was there.

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