Page 15 of Manhattan Tormentor

“Funny, Fierro.” He deadpans and scans his eyes lazily over me. When he reaches my eyes again, I swallow slow. His scrutiny has me itchy. “Who knew the nerd would know how to do any sport. Trying to prove your masculinity?”

Fucker.

“Yeah, because that’s what I need to do. I read your blog post; thought I’d give your manly tips a try. How’d I do?”

I watch the tick work through his tight jaw. Every inch of his long body seems to grow tighter before my eyes.

Do I care if I’ve pissed him off? Nah.

I have no tolerance for his crap today. Not if he was the one who was watching me, he’s responsible for his own anger.

When he crosses the locker room in two long strides, he looks like an angry prowling animal, staring a hole through me. Instead of the punch I anticipate, he puts both hands on my shoulders and shoves me hard against the wall. Coming into the space with me.

His ebony head hangs low. Each exhale growing heavier.

What the hell? It’s the first time he’s been physical, and it takes me a moment to know how I feel about it.

My lungs inflate hard when I smell the cleanness of him standing so close.

It’s a big effort not to push him back so I can put my hands on all that hardness looming over me.

And then I go for it.

Against all logical reason.

Finn’s roughness brings a burst of lust from within me that lights me up until I can hardly breathe. That’s when I grab the back of his neck. Eliciting a groan so fucking hot from him, my temples throb with lust.

His nostrils flare, and I brace for a punch.

Finn’s mouth comes out of nowhere.

Hard softness pressing down on mine, stealing my air.

He’s kissing me before I’m ready for it, and my heart thrashes against my rib cage so fiercely he should be able to feel it.

Shock doesn’t stop me from opening up when his tongue demands it by pushing against the seam of my mouth. My fingers tighten around his neck and he grunts into my lips. Pressing hard against me, locking us together like two fucked up puzzle pieces.

A couple of inches taller than me. I’m surrounded in his scent, drugged to the taste of my tormentor’s lips as he fucking eats me alive.

He sucks and slurps, biting me.His kiss is like nothing I’ve had before, and I’m sick to my stomach that it’s the best kiss ever.

I don’t expect him to taste as spicy as he does. It’s addicting. I chase the taste a little more before I know I should shove him away. Pushing my tongue over his until he gets the message and startssucking.

I see stars. And I hear moaning, it’sus. We’re making those sexual noises together.

I have to inhale through my nose to catch a breath as he devours my mouth. Surreal and sexy as hell. Unsure if he’s kissing me or dominating me to assert his asshole status. But the punishing thrusts of his tongue have my legs weak.

No way could I have imagined a kiss from Finn being this good, even if I’ve thought of it more times than I can count.

And not a kiss that has blown the top of my skull off and plowed surprise through my entire psyche.

I lean heavily against the wall as his fingers dig into the small of my back to hold me in place. I widen my stance so he can fit his crotch to mine.

He’s as solid in his pants as I am.

There is something mind-blowing about a man I can hardly stand, clutching my neck, while his other hand sinks into the back of my hair as we engage in a frenzied world ending kiss.

I can’t stand him,right?

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