Page 54 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed
“We will,” Bellamy reassures me, “afterwards.”
“After what?” I gulp.
“After I scratch this damned itch,” he growls.
“It sounds like somebody forgot to take their herpes medicine,” I taunt bravely—which is to saystupidly.
“Do you know what I do to mouthy little witches?” he rejoins gruffly.
“What?” I sneer, sick of being called a ‘little witch.’
“I shut them up with my cock.”
“Like your dick is big enough!” I scoff.
“Princess, I’m going to make you choke on itandyour words.”
Before I can think of a snappy comeback, Bellamy slams his mouth over mine. His tongue agrily clashes with mine, dueling for dominance; he might be bigger, but fuck if he’s better. I push against his shoulders until he falls back.
This bad bitch is about to show him who’s boss.
Go get him,my ovaries scream.
Fisting a handful of his hair, I tug hard, angling his head to the side so that I can kiss the sensitive skin under his ear. I nibble on his lobe until I hear him groan.
It’s like music to my ears.
“For someone who’s supposed to be shutting me up, you’re failing,” I taunt.
Something primal flashes in his eyes. In an instant, he twists me onto my back, pinning my arms above my head.
“Just remember,youasked for this, Princess.”
There’s no more talking after that.
With a rough hand, Bellamy cups my pussy and squeezes. Like the shameless hussies that they are, my ovaries direct me to grind against his palm; for once, I’m happy to take orders from my reproductive parts.
I buck under him, trying to create more friction, but he won’t let me. The jerk is proving to me thathe’sthe one running this show.
Between you, me, and my ovaries, I kind of like it. . .
A lot.
Bellamy returns his mouth to mine, and it’s more a battle than something tender, but there is a hint of sweetness underneath—like a piece of candy wrapped in dynamite. Our explosive chemistry is almost too much to bear. My skin feels overheated and too sensitive. I try to wriggle out of his grip, but he just tightens it like a vise.
Staring into my eyes, he pulls back and gives me an evil-ass grin, reminding me why I hate his guts so much because that smirk can only mean one thing.
Trouble.
For me.
Without releasing me, Bellamy bends his head to my chest and sucks a taut nipple through my shirt and thin bra. A mewling cry falls from my lips, and I arch sharply into his mouth.
More—I need more.
ButPutnamjust keeps up his slow and soft ministrations. I bow my body in such exaggeration, I probably look possessed, but anything to get him to give me what I need. Thankfully, he moves to my other breast, showering my nipple with the same attention.Unthankfully, that’sallhe does.
“Fucking dammit!” I shout in frustration.
