Page 35 of Depraved
“Unless you want me to keep you there and make that ass bright red, I’d stand the fuck up.”
She looks over her shoulder and winks.Motherfucker.I grab her shoulder and stand her up, turning her ass around and out of sight.
Sarah looks up at me and grins. “What’s wrong, Dante? You seem angry. Should I have put a blanket around me?”
Before I know what I’m doing, my hand slams the fridge door shut as I loom over her, but Sarah just blows a kiss, uncapping the lid and drinking right from the carton.
“Oh, you’re having fun, huh? All right. All right, I see what you’re doing,” I growl, trying to restrain my temper.
Dropping the container down, she looks at it musing. “You know, orange juice is starting to grow on me.” Her eyes drift to her chest as she grins. “Whoops, I spilled some.”
Her finger darts across her chest, wiping up a bead of orange juice and bringing it to her mouth. My fist instantly connects rapidly with the steel refrigerator, one time, two times, three times, but she doesn’t even flinch.
That goddamn smile grows though.
And I snap.
I grab her waist and start pushing her backward toward my bedroom. “Put your fucking clothes on…or so help me god, Sarah, I’ll…”
“What?” she cuts in, trying to throw my hands off her, but not succeeding as I keep pushing her backward. “You’ll do what?” she challenges as I turn her back to me and shove her through the door.
“You’re about to find out,” I growl.
The sound of chairs scraping the floor echo through the room as the guys all begin to file out, leaving us to battle this shit alone.
“Sit. I’ll be out in ten minutes,” I bark, and the noises immediately stop.
Sarah starts off toward the bathroom with a string of curses, but my hand shoots out and grips her shoulder, keeping her in place.
“Let go,” she snaps, full of anger.
I come right beside her and bend to her ear, my intention laced in my words.
“Are you trying to get these men killed? Is that what you want? Because all of this,” I grit out, covering her breast with my hand roughly and hearing her gasp, “is for me.”
She’s already breathing heavy, and everywhere I touch feels like an electric current buzzing between us.
“You don’t get to order me around, Dante.”
Her voice is filled with defiance, but she doesn’t make a move to push me away. She fucking wants this, even more so now. Everything we’ve been feeling. All the push and pull. It’s become a ticking time bomb, and we’re about to blow.
My hand massages her, and her eyes flutter closed. “Anger is the most powerful aphrodisiac there is, and right now, Billy, I’m gonna take out all my fury on your body.”
I move my hand down her chest, letting her shoulder sink into me, our breathing in sync as I move farther. Letting my fingers skirt over her stomach, I glide down toward her thigh, and trace the top of her panties. My finger dips just inside and runs back and forth over her skin.
“You don’t ever teach me a lesson using what’s mine.”
I take her earlobe between my teeth and pull, tilting her head and sucking.
Her voice is so breathy that she sounds like she’s coming. “I’m not yours.”
A fighter until the end. Breaking her is going to be the highlight of my day.
“Try saying it more convincingly next time, Billy.”
My hand dives down, pressing against her clit, and her knees almost buckle. I wrap my hand around her waist and start to rub her without mercy. No warm-up needed. She’s all desire and pent-up animalistic need. Slow isn’t what she requires. Sarah needs to come hard and fast.
Her hand reaches up, grasping my shoulder, as her body bends forward from the overwhelming sensation.
