Page 73 of Riot Act
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
The word pulses through me louder than the pounding of my heart.
“You want me to spank you so hard that you can’t fucking sit down?”
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
His teeth fasten around my bottom lip. The pressure he applies makes me want to cry out in pain, but I can’t. His hand is too tight to allow even the faintest whimper out of me. I snap my eyes open, and the spots and bursts of light are still there, dancing and strobing in my vision.
Pax flicks my mouth with his tongue, driving himself into me deeper, harder. “Do you want me to hurt you, Presley?” he growls. “Is that it? Is that what you want?”
He can see the answer in my eyes.
Out of nowhere, he lets go of my throat. My body prickles with the rush of oxygen that surges down into my lungs. For a moment, I think I’m going to pass out. Only, the rushing, tidal wave of sensation takes a turn, and before I can comprehend what’s happening, I’m coming.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! PAX!” I arch, feet planted on the mattress, butt lifting up from the pillows, and Pax snarls out his approval.
“That’s right. That’s my good little slut. Let it all out.” He fucks me like a freight train as my orgasm sweeps me away on a treacherous tide. This, right here, is how people lose themselves.
“Did you do what I asked you?” he demands. “Are you on birth control now?”
“Yes,” I pant. “I—I got—”
His hand cuts me off. I think he’s going to choke me again, but no. This time, he pushes his fingers into my mouth, roughly probing my tongue and my cheeks as he slams himself into me, over and over again. “Good. Good girl,” he mutters. “That’s it. It’s okay. I’m gonna give you my come. Shh. It’s okay. Keep coming for me.”
Like I could even stop.
The muscles in his neck and shoulders stand proud as he thrusts himself into me again and again. He fucks me like a demon. Like some dark, heavily inked, angry god. A fallen angel with an axe to grind. I’m floating on a blissful cloud when he comes, and all I can do is watch.
I saw a tornado touch ground once. It was the most raw, powerful, impressive and intimidating thing I’d ever seen. Until now. With his teeth clenched, his body stiff as a drawn bow, he comes inside of me, and my head spins at the sight of him coming undone.
He’s fucking magnificent.
When he’s done, he makes eye contact with me and I feel his energy shift. Whatever trance he was in as he climaxed ends, and that fierce trademark Pax Davis intensity comes rushing back with a vengeance. He smiles, rubbing his fingers over my lips, as if he’s satisfied with a job well done. “Wait here.”
He pulls out and heads straight for the bedroom door, completely naked. I have just enough time to cover myself before he opens the door and heads out into the hall…
What the hell? He hasn’t even wiped himself down. And he didn’t even hesitate before strolling into the communal areas of the house. Wren or Dash could be out there. Fuck. Elodie is up in Wren’s room, and I told her we were studying in here. That lie isn’t going to hold water if she catches Pax wandering around, looking like…fuck, looking like…
He reappears in the doorway, holding a face cloth in his hands. “Spread your legs,” he orders.
“I’ll make a mess—”
He arches an eyebrow at me, chastening. “You think I’m worried about a little come on my bedsheets, Chase? Do as you’re told.”
I fight back a cringe as I lower the blanket I used to cover myself and let my legs fall open. I can feel the slick wetness of him running out of me, and a sharp heat sends blood rushing to my cheeks. Pax really doesn’t seem to give a shit, though. If anything, he seems mesmerized. Dropping to his knees at the end of the bed, he takes the wet washcloth in his hands and carefully cleans me while sucking on his bottom lip.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he rumbles. “I wanna eat this pussy all over again.”
I attempt to close my legs, thinking he’s about to try it, but he quickly shoves my legs apart again, tutting at me. “Why do you insist on testing my patience?”
