Page 33 of Savage Torment

She huffs in frustration, tugging at my t-shirt and bringing my attention back to her eyes before she slams her lips against mine. We’re a barrel of need and twisted desire that knows no bounds as she sweeps her tongue between my lips.

My body moves on its own accord, taking everything from her as I grab her thighs, hoisting her in the air and pressing her back against the armoire again. Her legs tangle around my waist instantly, my needy cock pressed perfectly against her center, and I can feel her heat already.

“You’re an ass,” she snaps, tearing her lips from mine to get the fact off her chest before she’s back again, taking from me just as much as I demand from her.

“And you’re my little fucking whore,” I rasp, my dick pulsing insufferably when she groans in response. “You like that, do you? You like being my whore?” I repeat, feeling her finger nails dig into my flesh through my t-shirt, striking down my back as she grinds against my cock.

Fuck.

“Are you just going to call me one or actually treat me like one?” she whispers, desire coloring her cheeks, and for the third time tonight, I don’t answer. Instead, I pin her to my body, spinning on the spot before throwing her onto her bed. She bounces… once, twice, before she looks up at me with lust darkening her rich blue eyes. “Finally, someone’s going to actually fuck me on a bed,” she mutters, and I sneer at her.

“Pretty little whores don’t get the luxury,” I retort, thinking on the spot as I grab her ankle and tug her to the end of the mattress.

Her center is back in line with my cock again, but I push past the burning desire to plow into her and curl my hand into the front of her jacket instead. “Is this his?” I bite, and she gulps. I silently love how she answers without words, confirming that I know her body better than she does.

I yank at the zipper, revealing only her jacket beneath and the sliver of skin exposed between her breasts.

Fuck.

That’s the fucking valley I’m going to die in.

Blindly, I tug at the layers between us, maneuvering her as necessary until both jackets lie in a crumpled heap at my feet.

The pink hue that coats her cheeks runs down her neck and blossoms over her chest, dancing with the way her breaths rapidly fall from her lips. Before I can get too lost in the beauty before me, I reach for the waistband of her pants and pull her toward me, this time edging back so her ass hangs off the bed. Adjusting my knees, I keep her legs spread so she doesn’timmediately hit the floor as I tighten my hold on the material and tug.

Tearing sounds echo around her room as the fabric falls to the floor in tatters, leaving her in nothing but her socks and boots.

“No panties? Definitely a whore,” I growl, and her fingers curl into the sheets beneath her as her cheeks grow pinker.

It takes all of my willpower not to squeeze my dick and show her just how much she’s driving me crazy right now.

Her pretty pink pussy is on full display, glistening under the glow of her bedroom light as her breaths start to quicken.

“Lincoln,” she whispers, and I shake my head.

“If you want to come, you’ll shut your fucking mouth.”

Her eyes manage to widen but her lips clamp shut, and I immediately hate the silence that deafens me. I want her cries, her pleas, her wails, but my fucking ego decided to do the talking and I can’t back down now.

I snarl, just as angry with myself as I am with her, so I redirect my attention to her center.

With her ass still hanging off the bed, I hold a hand at the base of her spine, leveraging to keep her up as my free hand trails over her sensitive skin. Her clit throbs beneath my touch as I circle my thumb over the tight nub before teasing through her folds, seeking out her core.

Heat engulfs my fingers, evidence of her arousal on my tips as she hums, lips pressed together to hide her cry of pleasure.

I thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, extracting a scream from her lips, one that bounces off the walls, possibly every single one in the entire building, and a salacious grin curls my lips. My eyes latch on to hers, boring deeper as she presses her lips together again, realizing her error.

I still, fingers deep inside her as I cock a brow.

“What did I warn you about that fucking mouth of yours?”

She gulps, and I twist my fingers, watching her eyelids flutter and her grip on the sheets at her sides tighten.

This is fun.Toofucking fun.

“I’m sorry,” she rushes, and I lean over her.

“For what, exactly?”

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