Page 96 of Tall, Royal Hater
“You fucking wish,” she hissed, squaring up to me, but arousal was blowing up her pupils.
“It’s the truth,” I said and threw her black shirt behind me.
I raised both hands to her face. She tried to jerk away, but I cupped her hot cheeks in my palms, forcing her to look up at me. I kept my touch a lot softer than the harsh words pouring from my mouth. If she’d really wanted to, she could have torn away.
She didn’t.
“But the thing with a little menace like you is that you don’t want to and don’t know how to communicate when you want something that might put you in a vulnerable position.” I rubbed the pads of my thumbs over her lips, tugging and pushing at them. She tried to arch away with a low noise of annoyance, but her shallow breaths made it sound closer to a sigh. “So, you did what you do best. You acted out. You glared and grumbled and stormed out, hoping I’d come along and take the decision out of your hands, so you didn’t feel vulnerable.”
I lowered my mouth closer, breathing in her minty breath and peachy scent. “But if you want to have your pussy fucked, you have to ask for it, politely.” I felt her breath hitch to a stop. “Ask me like a good girl to make you come on my dick again.”
Gosh, she was livid, but the conflicting flame of desire raged so much brighter behind her eyes. The part of my brain controlled by my cock screamed at me to give us what we both wanted without any games of asking and begging, but I refused to make it easy for her.
Mariyah hated seeming weak or submissive, and she hated more that I was the one causing the feeling. She didn’t want to lust for me, nor did she want to be or do what I described. But she’d have to face it one way or another. Whether that was tapping out or giving in.
“Fuck you,” she spat breathily.
I shook my head. “That wasn’t a question. Try again.”
She gritted her teeth. “You wanted to talk, and we’ve talked. So, get the fuck out of my room.”
Excitement and annoyance swam through my thrumming pulse.
She wasn’t going to give in. Not yet. I’d have to warm her up, excite her, tease her until she bordered on a mindless state before she’d give me what I wanted. And she’d enjoy it. Especially once she realised how much power it would and could give her.
“But we didn’t talk,” I purred, rubbing once more at her soft, rosy lips. “Not really. Because you said there was nothing to talk about.” She blinked rapidly like she was coming out of a trance when I pulled away. “So, now we’re going to put that mouth to use elsewhere.”
I released her face and took a step back. She swayed on the spot like a lust drunk nymph. Smirking in satisfaction, I pointed to the carpeted floor. “Get on your knees.”
Mariyah straightened her spine defiantly and crossed her arms over her chest. “Make me.”
The demanding beast inside me purred and growled in raw delight.
Fine. If that was how she wanted to play.
My hands pitched through the air, one tangling in a fistful of her damp hair and the other fixing on her shoulder. One tug and a push down threw her off balance enough to force her to her knees without a fighting chance. She had enough time to grapple on to my thighs for balance before I tugged her hair back, forcing her face up to mine.
She bared her teeth. “You fucking—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I said coolly. “I don’t want to hear it.”
I could see how badly she wanted to swear and curse at me, but she surprisingly held it all back. Instead, she opted to rub her jaw back and forth, irate beams firing from her blue irises.
I savoured her mute fury for a beat before I slid my other hand into the hair too and forced her closer. She gasped, her mouthbarely a centimetre from the bulge of my erection. Her breath speared out, and the faint sensation over my dick made my lungs constrict.
“You’re going to suck on my dick,” I said, a stern, unforgiving growl lacing my words, “until I say otherwise. I don’t care if you choke or gag. I don’t care if you can’t breathe. I don’t care if there’s tears and saliva streaming down your face.You’re not going to stop.” I curled my fingers tightly in her hair. “I’m going to use your mouth the way I want, and you’re going to take it. Do you understand?”
Anger remained stubborn on the top half of her face that was visible, but it was fuelled by heavy, wanting lust. Still, she kept quiet, so I shook her by the hair. “Tell me you understand,” I gritted out. “Or this ends now. And you can lie on the bed with an aching pussy, trying and failing to make yourself come with that toy, and hating yourself for not letting me fuck you raw.”
Her breaths came quick and shallow, but they were stifled into little hisses by her teeth. So was her answer, and I was losing my patience. I didn’t want to give her minutes to decide. She was going to have to learn to pick quickly, or I’d do whatever the fuck I wanted.
“Five,” I counted. Her furious eyes narrowed a touch. “Four…three…two—”
“I understand,” she grated, her voice filled with venomous hatred.
“And what’s the safe word?”
One breath. Two breaths. “Red.”
