Page 42 of Dirty Martini
“What did I tell you, baby?” he chuckles. Biting down hard on my earlobe, his hum of amusement courses through me. “I always win. This needy hole needs to be filled by a fat cock, and I know you won’t be happy until it is. It’s just three words.”
Yeah, three words that’ll mark my defeat. Three words that’ll show I’ve caved tohiswill, not the other way around. I decide I can play this game too. I start rubbing against his cock, reaching back to spread my cheek so it prods against my waiting hole.
“Don’t you want to be inside me, Rhys?” I question, wiggling and squirming and making him moan when he accidentally presses against me. “I’ll bet I’ll be the best you’ve ever had.”
“Fucking doubt it,” he snaps, continuing to fuck against me. Everywhere but where I want him. “I’m not giving in.”
“Well, neither am I.”
We’re at a stalemate. Both of us want this, our bodies craving the other, this matching need inside us growing more and more desperate by the minute. But we’re both too stubborn and proud to be the one to break.
“You think you’re so tough,” I mock, throwing my head back so I can graze my teeth against his neck. “You’re just as gone as I am, aren’t you? You’d do anything to get inside me.”
“Shut up.”
“You want me so much you can’t control yourself.”
“Everest…”
“You say you want to ruin me?” I nip at his skin, licking away the sting, mumbling against him. “You’re the one who’s going to be ruined by the end of this.”
I don’t know what about my words makes him snap, but he does. Without any warning, I’m flipped over again. I’m not prepared for the anger in his face, the blood-curdling desperation, the sheer want for me. It makes me feel powerful, special, and I bask in it. I’m so sure he’s going to be the one to break, that I’ll win this final game, but when he brings two fingers into his mouth and sucks…
I know I’m the one who’s going to be a goner.
“That’s not?—”
I’m shut up quickly when he presses his fingers into me, not giving me any time to adjust as he scissors me open, probing and searching until he finds my prostate. “Fair? Is that what you were going to say?” He practically cackles, relentlessly thrumming at my most sensitive spot. “Guess what? I don’t play fair. I’m playing to win.”
And after only a few moments of him abusing that magic spot inside me, I crack. “Rhys…”
“Say it,” he growls, pressing harder against it and making my toes curl. “Fucking say it.”
I’m shaking my head, gripping the sheets with a grip so tight I’m afraid they might tear, my entire body thrumming as I try to fight the feeling.
But it’s useless because that fucker wins.
“Oh, fuck. Please fuck me—Yes!”
The words are barely out of my mouth before he’s slipping his fingers out and thrusting in all at once. The sheer size of him takes my breath away and makes me feel faint. I need to cling to something, so I grab onto his shoulders, but he wastes no time doing exactly as he promised.
“Look what you’ve done to me,” he bites out, punishing my ass with every ounce of hate he holds for me. He curls himself over my body and owns every inch of my skin. “Fuck, baby, you turned me into a goddamn monster.”
I mumble an incoherent reply, lost in bliss and pleasure. Every snap of his hips is brutal and the way he growls in my ear, simultaneously hating this as much as he loves it, spurs me on. I claw at his back, digging my nails into his skin, sure to leave angry red marks in my wake. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
“Not stopping until I fuck the cum out of you,” he pants, leaning back on his haunches and hauling my hips up at the perfect angle. “Not until you’re a mess. Fucking dirty as hell for me.”
I feel dirty but in the best way possible. He’s treating me like his cocksleeve, wanting only to get off, using me as the source of his pleasure. But when I look up at him, finally able to peel my eyes open, I find his locked on my face. His eyes are bright in the darkness, teeth bared as he pounds into me, fury transforming his features. But there’s lust, there’s longing, there’s a desire so deep it carves itself into my very soul and confirms what he already knew would happen.
I’m ruined for anybody else.
This passion—overwhelming and all-encompassing—I know I’ll never find with anyone else. Now that I’ve had him, I’ll treat him like a drug, getting my fill until it kills me.
“Come on,” he groans. Taking my leaking cock in his hand, his thrusts grow sloppy and uncoordinated. “You’re gonna come and you’re going to scream my name when you do it.”
I laugh, damn near delusional, as my head lulls side to side. “Never.”
He growls again, somehow leaning down so that his free hand is pressed against my throat. His lips hover over mine,heavy breaths fanning against me, hot sweat mixing in the air. The erotic sounds of our fucking filling my ears.
