Page 22 of Manhattan Tormentor

I’ve never understood why.

Tonight is the last straw.

I grab both sides of his face and I get a sick kick of enjoyment out of watching the surprise blow out his dark pupils.

It’s more telling that he doesn’t pull away as he breathes heavily into my face.

This massive guy is panting because of me. And it solidifies my confidence and my anger as I get in his space, almost as if I’m about to suck the tongue out of his head. Again.

“Let me remind you. You stole my car and dumped it outside of a sex health clinic. You emptied my locker. You take my shit; you think it’s funny to kick my bag across the cafeteria. You tell lies about me. You do dumb dickbag pranks and I never retaliated. I allowed it, Maverick. All little boys need their entertainment.”

His eyes flare with anger, and I smirk.

“But you went too far involving my sister. You think I’m a passive gay chickenshit, don’t you? Sage Fierro takes all your crap and doesn’t do a thing about it, huh? Now you’re about to find out what I will do for my family.”

It’s unbelievable that he hasn’t kicked my ass up one end of the street and down the other. We match in height, but he has about thirty pounds on me.

Chuffing air in my face, I squeeze his jawline with both of my hands.

He moves his body deeper into mine and that’s when I feel how hard he is. Not only his muscles,though, fuck, he’s like steel. My mouth rushes with moisture. His dick presses into mine and we groan. Mine is involuntary. I don’t want to be turned on because of him.

Oxygen flies from my lungs, and goosebumps cover my flesh.

I want him.

Fuck me, I want him and it’s more than obvious he wants me. It’s the second time in a matter of days that his hard dick presses into mine.

I get a contact buzz on the beer fumes from his breath. The scent isn’t unpleasant, far from it. I’m dying to suck his mouth and taste him from the source.

“Got you here, didn’t it, Damsel?”

How he thinks he has the upper hand here is definitely a Finn Maverick trait. I scoff, dropping his face, but he stays in my space, his two hands barricading me in.

“Sure, because your goal was to get me here.”

He smirks, just like an animal would before he attacks.

I feel it in my stomach.

In my aching dick.

In my hands that want to rip out his fucking hair and feast on him too.

My head pounds like a dull throb, hardly able to catch a decent breath. Well aware how damning this will look for him if he’s caught with me.

“You don’t know how easily I can destroy you, Damsel. Just because I can.”

Air leaves my body. Not because of his threat. That’s old news and doesn’t affect me. His mouth skimming my neck does though, and I stupidly push back my head for him. A moan falls at the way his stubble drags across my skin.

“Tell me why.”

“You’re so annoying.” He rasps.

And then he licks me.

The frustrating asshat licks my neck and I can’t help ramming my hips into him to feel how hard he is.

He lifts his head and our lips skim. I don’t know how drunk he is, but he will detest me for this and I don’t care.

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