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“Sure,” she scoffed, but I could see the wince she tried to hide. She was trying just as hard as I was to control herself. She was a brat, through and through, even if she wasn’t kinky.
“Oh, yeah?” I shot back, unable to control my own bratty nature any longer. “If you think you know me so well, why don’t you enlighten me?” I leaned back against the couch cushions with my hands behind my head, waiting. The picture of calm and aloof, though underneath the surface I was full of tension. Raw sexual tension. I needed to get to Abditory and get my dick wet. I needed to blow off this steam before it consumed us both.
“Gladly,” she sassed, tossing me a sarcastic, almost know-it-all look of contempt. “Let’s see. You are the son of Titus Temple, which means you are one of the high and mighty here in Zion. By my calculations, you will become Elder within the next two months. You have never had to work a day in your life. You push off your obligations in exchange for doing whatever you want to do, not casting a thought towards anyone but yourself,” she began, the words rolling off her tongue as she counted off each infraction on her fingers as though she were counting my crimes against me. In a way, she was. And in a way, she wasn’t wrong. Not yet, at least.
“You are the youngest of the brothers, so you are likely used to getting what you want with no one really paying you any attention. That gives you a sense of entitlement that is only bolstered by the fact of your family name,” she continued. Once again, she wasn’t entirely wrong.
“You think you’re pretty special, if that smug smile you like to wear is anything to go on,” she snorted with a roll of her eyes.
“Anything else?” I smirked at her, wondering what else she was going to come up with. She simply shrugged.
“What else is there? Other than the fact that you love that boat more than just about anything else,” she retorted with a smug look on her face.
“Oh, there is so much more to me than you know, darling,” I hissed out, narrowing my eyes at her.
“Pfft, I doubt it. Good little Son of Zion, always doing what he’s told until he’s here at home and on his precious boat,” she spat out sarcastically, standing up from the couch with her arms crossed in front of her chest.
“You have no idea,” I spat back, standing as well, getting right up in her face as I spoke. Christ, she pushed me to the brink. She really had no idea what she was in for if she kept pushing me.
“Whatever,” she tossed back, rolling her eyes. That was it. I grabbed the front of her dress, fisting my hand in the thin material and pulling her to me.
“Bet,” I spat only a moment before my lips claimed hers in a heated kiss. She made some little noise of surprise that was muffled by my lips. As hers parted, my tongue found hers, winding inside of her mouth and tasting her. She tried to pull away, but my hand fisted in her hair, holding her to me. Those wild curls of hers made it easy.
“Gideon,” she sighed against my lips, melting against me, but as quickly as she melted, she stiffened, pulling away from me. “Don’t think that a simple kiss is enough to shut me up,” she fought back, pushing away from me.
“A simple kiss? That was more than a simple kiss and you know it,” I laughed derisively.
“Ha, that was a peck,” she scoffed haughtily.
“Oh yeah? Let’s see you do better, then.” It was a challenge. One I prayed she would take. If she thought it was a mere peck, as she said, I wanted to see what fire was to her. What kind of heat could she bring to the table?
“Bet,” she tossed my words back at me before she lunged at me. Her hands wrapped around my neck, her fingers threading up into my hair as her lips met mine with an intensity I was not expecting. It was awkward, a kiss of a woman who had not done much kissing in her life, if at all. But regardless of her inexperience, therewasfire underneath it all. Her lips were open, her tongue pressing against the seam of my own. I parted them, granting her entrance.
I guided her, my tongue parrying with hers, beckoning her forward until we met together, tasting one another with passion. My own arms wound around her lithe frame, pulling her close to me. Her breasts crushed against my chest, and I could feel her heart pounding against my own as we came together.
She melted against me again, my tongue slipping into her mouth as I pressed her hips against my own, grinding my hard length against her. I swallowed her gasp of surprise, growling when it morphed into a groan of need.
“You call that heat?” I teased her, our lips brushing against one another as I spoke.
“Do better, then,” she hissed. Fuck me. Her words only poured gasoline on the flame that had been lit between us.
“Oh, you’re going to fucking get it.” I chuckled darkly against her lips. My hands moved down her back, cupping beneath that pert little ass and lifting her up into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my body as I held her flush to me, our lips still connected in a passionate kiss. Her hands fisted in my hair, tugging at the strands until I groaned into her mouth.
I walked us to the wall, where I pushed her against the surface with a heavy thud.
“God, yes,” she growled and somehow, my cock hardened further. She was all fire and sass, and I wanted to consume her, letting the fire take us both until we were nothing more than a smoldering pile of embers.
I released her, letting her slide down the wall until her feet touched the floor. My hands grabbed her wrists, yanking them above her head roughly as I pushed them against the wall, trapping them there with one of my hands.
“Don’t play with fire if you can’t handle the heat, my little spitfire.” I kissed her again, but the little devil bit my fucking lip. I pulled back in shock, my eyes wide as I looked at her own narrowed eyes. But through that fiery gaze, I saw her desire.
“Is that the way it’s gonna be?” I said in a challenge.
“What are you going to do about it?” she sassed right back. Even as her words pushed me away, her hips thrust forward, arching into me and pulling against my hand that held her still.
“Fucking everything,” I sneered, thrusting my cock against her. I kissed her again, biting her lip back as she gasped and groaned. Her hands fought against the restraint as I held her, her hips thrusting against my own as we rocked together.
“Can you listen, wildcat? Can you obey?” I ordered, my lips still hovering above hers. She hissed, but nodded her head. “Good fucking girl,” I praised. “Keep your hands there. If you do, you’ll get a reward. If you don’t, you’ll get punished.”
