Page 24 of Devil's Bride

“Fuck you. You’re a ridiculous man, a horrible piece of trash, and I will ruin you.”

As I ground my hips back and forth, I sucked on her lower lip and her body betrayed her. She arched her back, the fingers of the same hand she’d used to punch me now clinging to my shirt.

Panting, she was struggling in her mind with the current and chemistry, her eyes becoming dilated as the rush of lust intensified. I was almost out of control, ripping at her blouse until I was able to jerk it from the waistband of her slendertrousers. I shoved my hand underneath, cupping and squeezing her breast. With the lace of her bra tickling my fingers, it felt as if I’d just walked into a slice of heaven.

I’d been with many women, but none had been this incredible, pushing me to the point of some beastlike madness. The last thing I’d wanted was to lose control around her.

She threw back her head, once again pushing her palm against me, but her moans weren’t ones of anger or even hatred. They were whispered sounds of longing. Her hunger was as significant as mine.

I yanked her blouse up further, almost ripping her bra when I jerked it away, exposing her incredible hardened nipple. Her areole was the most perfect shade of rose. My mouth watered from the sight and I dropped my head, pulling the tender bud into my mouth.

“Fuck,” she managed, her voice breathless. When she brushed her hand across my jaw, her touch left burning in its wake.

A growl rushed up from my throat as I pulled her nipple between my teeth. I’d known she would taste sweet. Her mouth. Her skin. Soon, I would feast on her delicious pussy. I was almost consumed by desire, immediately reaching for the button and zipper on her pants.

As I fought to unfasten them, I lifted my head, once again crushing my lips over hers. This time, she swept her tongue inside, dancing hers with mine. When she reached between us, placing her hand on the thick bulge between my legs, I realized how little I cared about business and how much I wanted to make the woman surrender to my every need.

No matter how twisted.

I should have known taking and breaking her wouldn’t be that easy. She squeezed her hand around my cock with enough force the breath was ripped from my lungs. As I dealt with the rush of pain, she managed to drive the base of both palms against my chest.

That broke my hold and I toppled backward, the momentum pitching me to the floor.

She wasted no time, straddling my body and lifting her leg. I’d be damned if she wasn’t going to play dirty and drive the pointed heel of her stiletto into my face.

Hell, no.

If she wanted to get down in the filth, then so be it. I grabbed her leg, easily jerking her to the floor. I managed to drag her closer and onto my lap.

“Get the fuck off me!” she yelled, both her legs kicking and flailing.

“Not a chance. You need to learn some manners.” I didn’t have the opportunity to jerk down her trousers, but I knew the force of my palm alone would provide her with a decent understanding. Playing games with the big boys wasn’t in her best interest.

I brought my hand down several times, forced to fist her hair and grapple one leg over hers as I peppered both sides of her bottom.

She continued squirming and moaning, the movement driving my cock to full attention and to an uncomfortable point.

“I’ll get you for this.”

“I’m certain you’ll try.” When she tried to push off, I locked down my hold, making certain every crack of my hand was more brutal than the one before. I refused to stop, doing my best to wear her down.

After a full two minutes, she was panting, barely moving at all. “Just stop.”

I considered her request, smashing my hand down a few more times before releasing my hold on her hair.

While I was more cautionary in my use of trained moves given she was more delicate, she chose not to play by those rules. She wasn’t going down that easily, jerking up, tossing me down and crawling over me. What the fuck?

I’d completely underestimated her abilities. That left me with a need to win as well as a sense of amusement. If the lady wanted to tumble, I had no issue giving her exactly what she wanted.

Even though I managed to pitch her onto her back, she threw her legs up, wrapping one around my neck.

I was shocked when she managed to pull herself up, twisting her body so she was pressing her full weight against me. It wasn’t just a defensive move learned in some cheap classes, instead a crude but effective MMA move.

The shock wore off and I grabbed her arm, able to twist it just enough her concentration was blown.

Her cry was more primal than one of pain or fear. When I pushed her once again, she crouched on bent legs. What the hell was she doing?

Before I realized and put two and two together, she lunged forward, toppling me back to the floor, pressing her full weightdown on my chest as she drove the blade of a knife against my jugular.

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