Page 53 of Catch Him
Chapter 13
She pushedagainst him with renewed strength, but she wasn’t strong enough and he reveled in that. That she was at his mercy. That he had her here now and he didn’t have to let her go.
“I hate you!” she spat.
It was a lie. He knew this despite her red face and angry words. Or at least he wouldn’t believe it. Because there were only two possible reasons why she was here: She loved him, or she truly despised him.
Of those two, there was only one possibility he would accept.
He wondered if she realized tears were streaming down her cheeks. He dipped his head and kissed away one of those tears.
She tried to bite him.
“You’re going to give in to this,” he said as he tilted his head to kiss her other cheek.
She howled like some lunatic wolf. He took the opportunity to kiss her exposed neck.
“Why would you do this to me?” she said, her voice cracking. “How could anyone be so cruel?”
“I love you,” he said roughly. “I never lied about that. You are under my skin like a parasite, and there are days I wish I could take a knife and cut you out of me. Except then you would be gone and I don’t know how I would live.”
She stilled then, and he braved touching his mouth to hers. Quickly so she couldn’t strike. He pressed his hips into hers and he heard it. A small gasp. A sound that said yes.
“Say my name. I want to hear it from you.”
“Fucking dickhead.”
He chuckled and nuzzled her neck again. Taking her earlobe between his teeth and biting down with just enough pressure to make her feel it.
“Let me have you,” he whispered into her ear.
“No.”
“Let me fuck you then. You can take all your anger out on me by riding my cock. Have you ever had angry sex? I bet you haven’t. Just like everything else I’ve shown you, you’ll love it. I bet you’ve never felt anything like what’s running through your blood right now. Are you wet? If I pushed my hand into your jeans and touched your pussy, would you be slick?”
She squirmed against him, which he knew was a yes.
“Sinead, please.”
He kissed her then and she allowed it. Opened her mouth and accepted his tongue. Then he let her hands go and they were wrapped around his head and he was taking them to the floor because the large leather couch seemed like an infinity away.
He rolled them so she was on top.
“Hit me if you have to, love, but please ride me just as hard.”
And she did. Made a fist and slammed it into his jaw. So hard he saw stars and quickly realized he would have to stop her next attack, because she was strong. Except she wasn’t hitting him anymore. Instead she was unbuttoning her jeans, pushing them and her panties over her hips, kicking off the red heels and flinging them aside. Then she reached for his pants.
In seconds she had the material down around his thighs and his cock in her hand and he thought, this could be it. This could be the pain she intended to inflict. It might even be deserved. She could cripple him, but instead she shuffled her body and went down on him.
“Suck the head… I remember that command,” she told him.
Then she sucked the head into her mouth and he pushed his head against the hardwood floor, wishing he’d had the forethought to pull her down on the rug.
“Lick the slit. Is that what you told me?”
“Yes,” he hissed and she did. Her tongue wiggled against him. His precum happening against any control.
“What next, Fucking Dickhead?”
