Page 24 of Together We Burn
Hard, but not nearly as hard as I knew she could take it, I rammed her back against one of the pillars of the four-poster bed, sending us crashing through the cheap ass piece of shit and onto the mattress.
She grunted, but as soon as her back hit the bed, a breathy moan slipped from between her lips. This was arousing her. Shocked by this revelation, my minute hesitation was my downfall. Stefany bucked her hips to loosen my grip on her legs, then moved them to lock her ankles around my neck and squeezed.
“I can’t fucking stand you,” she seethed through her teeth as her hold tightened.Fuck,she was strong. “I’ll never forgive you. I’d rather eat glass than belong to you, motherfucker.”
“I told you,” I gasped, and even though her grip around my throat restricted my breathing, I couldn’t stop the smile as I wheezed, “I never fucked your mother.”
My hands gripped her calves, trying to pull them from me, when she dragged her upper body off the bed and head-butted my jaw, my head rearing back in reflex. Dropping her legs, her hands flew to her forehead, as mine did to my chin.
“Fuck,” she groaned, and I wiggled my jaw, swearing I could taste metal in my mouth.
Without another pause, Stefany flipped to her hands and knees and started to crawl to the other side of the bed, her purple hair falling down her back. I grabbed it and tugged.
Like the fucking moron that I was, I stood gaping at the wig in my hands as Stefany sucked her lips between her teeth, trying not to laugh as her eyes darted from it to me from the top of the bed.
I tossed the hair away and launched myself at her, pushing her flat on her back with my body covering hers. Again, I brought my hand to her neck, flexing my large fingers around the slender column, and brushed my thumb over her raging pulse.
“Stop fighting me, angel,” I said as I pushed my erection into her thigh. It was funny how this little game turned me on just as much as it did her. Her eyes widened as she felt how much I liked having her under me.
She swallowed.
“I like how your throat moves beneath my hand when you’re nervous, Stefany. The way your eyes flare with excitement when I do this.” I tightened my grip ever so slightly, and just as predicted, molten heat washed across her eyes. Her small pink tongue peeked out from between her lips, wetting them and making them look incredibly inviting.
So, I accepted their invitation and dipped my head, licking along the seam of her mouth, unable to stop myself from taking a taste. I pulled back to watch her eyes flutter shut and her lips part, her breaths coming in shallow bursts.
“You can say you hate me as much as you like. The line between love and hate is so close that it’s easy to confuse them, baby. But believe me when I say you are mine. And the sooner you give in to me and accept it, the quicker I can worship this body the way it was made to be worshipped. Because I always get what I want, Stefany.”
Her throat rolled under my hand once more, and I felt the rumble of a moan vibrate against my palm. Bending, I sucked the bottom of her ear between my teeth and nipped. Stefany gasped and threaded her nails into my hair, which was still smarting from where she’d tugged at it.
Burrowing those sharp talons into my scalp, I couldn’t help myself as I smashed my lips to hers again.
Chapter ten
Stevie
Mylips,hands,andgoddamn libido had minds of their own. Jake groaned as he explored my mouth, pushing his tongue deeper, tasting every inch of me like he was starving.
My hands fell from his soft brown hair to dig into his shoulders as his lips brushed along my jaw and down my throat. I arched into his touch, exposing more of my neck as if I was one of those female shifters in a paranormal romance novel wanting to submit to her alpha.
I was fucked. How could one man so easily spark the innate response my body provided with the simplest of touches? It was disconcerting, to say the least, but I couldn’t stop it. Instead, my body grew hotter, suffocating beneath the stupid bodysuit I wore, desperate for him to remove it.
“Oh, God,” I moaned when his mouth moved over the thin layer of fabric covering my nipples and sucked one hard into his hot, wet mouth.
“Fuck, baby, I missed you,” Jake whispered, reappearing at my head and pressing his lips to mine. His words, as gentle as they were spoken, were like a taser shocking me out of my lust-induced haze, bringing me hard and fast back to reality.
No.
No, Stevie, this is wrong.
Breaking the kiss, I pushed his chest. Everything about him clouded all rational thoughts and actions. Like his presence, his scent, his touch, all created a fog. One that no matter how hard you tried, you’d never escape, never find the edge that gave way to clear skies.
Jake leaned back on one arm, his swollen lips glistening as he gave me the space I needed to think straight. My whole body hummed under him like a live wire, the temptation to let him finish what he’d started stronger than ever before.
That was weak Stevie talking. The pathetic, drunk with lust girl who’d roll over and open her legs like a hussy. I couldn’t give in. Letting him know I was into this, letting him feel like he’d won, was a worse thought than having Martinez’s hands on me. No, he had to pay for everything. The lies, the deceit, allowing my mom to kiss him and touch him, evenifit was all an act.
Needing control, I bucked my hips, moving him to his back, and straddled his chest, pressing down on the hard length of his cock that I knew wanted to be released from its boxer-clad cage.
He leaned up, pressing his mouth to mine, softer than he’d initially done. Brushing his hands up the sides of my chest, I shuddered, wishing my body didn’t ignite under his touch. I returned his kiss when his fingers deftly worked at the braid in my hair, pulling at it until the dark waves curled around us.
