Page 5 of Anathema
I screamed and kicked out my legs. I was going to burn him alive. I needed that laptop back; just because it was smashed didn’t mean it wasn’t salvageable.
“Let’s go, Lex…” I heard Derek sigh as he dragged me down the street and back to the alley where he had parked his truck.
“Release me, Derek. I didn’t do anything wrong.” I hissed as he shoved me forward into the side of his midnight blue Ford F-150 Raptor, my chest pressing into the rear passenger door.
“That’s because I stopped you before you could. Want to tell me why you were in a model apartment?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’m searching for a new place; I was taking it for a test drive,” I answered amusedly.
“At one in the morning?” He raised a brow, and I rolled my body along the truck to face him, my cuffed hands pressing into the door.
I was curious what he would think if I dragged these cuffs along the side of his flashy new truck. I’m sure they could leave a pretty nice scratch behind. It’s the least he deserved for essentially destroying my laptop.
“How would I know if I liked it if I didn’t spend a night first?” I fluttered my lashes and gave him a saccharine smile.
Derek stepped into me, caging me against the oversized truck and pressing my back into the door, putting more pressure on my arms, my chest pushing out from the position. He rested his hands on either side of my head and licked his lips. I could feel my stomach tighten and my breath hitch from his nearness. Fuck, I hated him so much, butgoddamn… he was so intense and hot.
Since the chaos between Charlotte and the CIA happened, he hadn’t left me alone for a second. He was everywhere, all the time now—my own personal fucking shadow.
He grazed his nose along my cheek, his rough stubble scraping against my skin. It felt so good that I had to fight the urge to lean into him.
He was a guilty pleasure, and I was on a strict diet.
“I’ve got somewhere you can spend the night,” He murmured into my ear, and I could feel the heat pooling between my thighs. God, I wanted to fuck him right now. It had been far too long since I’d had any kind of action; my body was practically screaming for it. A slut begging for sexual release.
I wondered if fucking him out of my system would make hating him that much easier. I bet he would finally leave me alone once he got what he wanted from me.
To use me just as I would him.
I swallowed as his nose trailed down the side of my neck and his warm lips pressed into my skin. Biting back a moan, I fisted my hands, my body beginning to shake with desire. Why did he have to smell and feel so fucking good against me?
He dropped one hand from beside my head and cupped my breast through my clothes, rolling it in his palm. My head fell back against the truck, and I angled it slightly to give him better access to my neck.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against me. I wanted to, and I was screaming at myself to stop him, but I couldn’t. I wanted this, needed it. After so long…Fuck…
My lips parted, and my breathing picked up as his hand moved down to my jeans, and he slowly unbuttoned them, dipping the tips of his fingers beneath my underwear. I felt like I was floating; adrenaline rushed through my veins with anticipation. I needed his fingers inside of me. I wanted him to play with me.
“Lex.” He breathed, biting down on the tender skin between my shoulder and neck.
The words escaped my mouth on their own, “Don’t stop.”
I loved hearing my name on his lips, but I hated that he affected me.
He was intoxicating.
Derek’s hand traveled further down until he was cupping his hand between my legs. I whimpered as I felt his middle finger glide up and down my center.
“Goddamn, Lex. You’re so wet,” He sucked in a breath as he slid his finger inside of me, “and tight.” I didn’t fight the moan that fell from my lips as I melted between his hard body and the door of the truck. My arms tensed, and my wrists strained against the handcuffs as he added a second and third finger into me, pumping them slowly.
“Derek.” I breathed as he leaned his body further into mine, the heel of his palm pressed up against my clit, and my hips bucked for more friction. I was riding his hand and the wave of pleasure that came with it.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how you like it.” His free hand went behind my neck, pulling my head away from the door and tipping it further back, his lips dragging along my jawline, neck, and throat. I swallowed, drinking in every ounce of pleasure he granted me.
The way his stubble grazed against my skin made me imagine how it would feel in place of his hand.Fuck, I want to ride him in more ways than one.
Derek adjusted his position, spreading my legs wider with his knees so he could drive his fingers in deeper, his chest pressed up against mine. I cried out as I continued to chase the high of hishand. He moved his mouth back to my ear, tugging it lightly with his teeth. The cuffs on my wrists scraped against the side of his truck as I trembled at the sensation.
“Come for me, Lex.” It was a whisper, an order, and the rush from his words sent me bending forward, curling in on myself, and he quickly turned me to press my chest up against the truck, his fingers still roughly pumping in and out of me without stopping, my cheek pressed up against the cold metal door.
