Page 48 of Tell Me Why
“I know, baby,” he says with a smile. “But I’m going to fuck you anyway…”
CHAPTERNINETEEN
Eve
He pushes in for a kiss,and it’s not gentle. It’s violent and hungry, tinged with the metallic taste of his blood. As he devours my mouth, his tongue stroking the inside of my mouth, I catch his bottom lip between my teeth, clamping down until I taste blood.
He grabs my face and squeezes my jaw, forcing me to let go. When I do, he uses the pad of his thumb to wipe the blood from his lip. “Mmm, such a rabid little fox.”
Then he surges forward, claiming my mouth again. Our teeth clash in the frenzy, the kiss turning primal. The heels of my palms dig into his shoulder blades, pushing him away, even as my tongue wars with his, giving him every ounce of raw aggression right back.
I’m so lost in the moment, I’m not even aware that he eased me up onto the edge of the pool table until I feel the sting on my ass where he struck me with the cue.
With our lips still connected, he steps between my open legs and I don’t see it, but I feel the movement of him unbuttoning his fly and pulling out his cock. With a low growl, he shifts his hips, the head pushing against the thin fabric of my panties, the friction making my channel gush with heat.
There’s no stopping this now.
We’re like two trains racing toward each other, head-on. No one is going to save me. There’s no emergency brake to pull. The only way this ends is in total and absolute destruction.
And he knows exactly what he’s doing. Every savage kiss, every demanding touch, slowly obliterates whatever defenses I have left.
I twist my head to the side to try and break the kiss, but he growls in response, his mouth becoming even more forceful against mine. “You’re not getting away from me this time,” he murmurs against my lips, his fingers slipping under my skirt, pulling the crotch of my panties to the side.
With that flimsy barrier gone, the head of his cock nudges my entrance, and I suck in a sharp breath as he pushes inside. He’s not kind, not gentle. He shoves his entire length into me, the head of his cock slamming into my cervix with so much force, I throw my head back with a gasp.
“Goddamn,” he whispers against my lips. “You’re pussy is gripping my cock like a fucking fist.”
The sharp pain of him stretching me takes my breath away. His cock is too thick, too big, but my body is forced to accept him anyway. So out of pure self-preservation, my hips tilt downward, and my thighs clench around his hips, trying to shut him out. But he quickly counters that by sliding one hand under my ass and pulling me closer, forcing his way even deeper into my channel.
“It hurts,” I whimper, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as he rocks against me. “You’re too big. It’s too much.”
If I thought that would elicit some kind of human feeling in him, I was wrong. My words only seem to push him harder, deeper somehow.
“I fit inside you so fucking perfectly,” he hisses, his lips crushed against my throat now, my skin wet with his saliva. “Your pussy is so hungry for my cum.”
“No,” I say, nearly choking on the single word, even as my body slowly starts opening up to him.
He bites down on my throat, and the sharp sting of it makes me wince. “You don’t think I can feel it, Eve? The way your body responds to me?”
The fucking asshole. It pisses me off how easily he gets under my skin. One word. One glance. And suddenly, the walls I built start cracking.
Reaching up, I grab his face, my fingers digging into his jaw as I pry his lips off my throat. “Don’t you ever shut the fuck up?”
He doesn’t respond. Doesn’t even seem to care as he continues his assault, pulling back, then slamming against me, driving in deeper, breaking me open. Splitting me apart.
Oh, God. Why am I so desperate for this?
After watching that savage throwdown with Aidan, there’s a crazy hunger inside me that refuses to shut the fuck up. I crave the raw energy that pours off him—the savage violence and twisted darkness that lurks just beneath his skin.
The heavy table jerks as he thrusts into me, and I glance down to see our bodies joined—his cock pulling out partially, before disappearing inside me, his pelvic bone slamming against my clit. The visual is so raw, so fucking crude, it makes my cheeks heat and my breath catch.
“Open up. Relax,” he rasps against my lips, his blood coating my mouth. “Stop fighting it.”
No, I can’t.
I can’t give him this piece of me.
Closing my eyes, I turn my head to the side, and resisting the rising tide of my orgasm with everything I have. But it’s already too late. With every forceful thrust of his hips, my body cracks open a little more.
