Page 20 of Mr. Winter
“Or what?”
“Or I’m going to punch your magical ass. Does dust fly off you like Tinkerbell?”
“Let’s find out, Elisabeth,” he challenges me while squeezing my jaw.
“Fuck you very much. You do not get to use my middle name.”
“Elisabeth, Elisabeth, Elisabeth!” His crazy-ass smiles at me like my anger amuses him.
“Okay, we’re about to fight.” I swing at him but connect with air. He’s gone.
Huffing, I jump off the bed looking around. I walk out of the room and end up in the same spot. I’m still in that gotdamn loop.
He appears again, and I swing at him just to find air.
“Fight like a man!” I yell when he disappears again.
He reappears with his hard body pressed against my back. Jack’s big hands grab my hips, and he pushes me forward until I brace myself on the window.
“I don’t have to,” he whispers before he bites me on the side of my neck. I tremble from the sensation. One of his hands dips under the shirt I’m wearing. “As a man, my motivations are different.” He squeezes my bare ass for emphasis.
Desire heats my body, he’s already making me wet, but I’m still mad at him. His lips tease the shell of my ear, but I refuse to fall for his antics.
“Listen, you big bastard. I have grievances!”
He only chuckles at my raised voice. Spinning me, he pins my back to the window, keeping me trapped between him and the glass.
“Air them, baby. Tell me how you feel.”
His fingers slide over my slit and make me shudder.
Horny, but I’m sticking with pissed.He moans when I punch him in the chest.
“You want to fight, and I want to fuck..” He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist on instinct. “Let’s do both.”
“I don’t want to fuck you, Jack.”
He grabs my jaw and nibbles on my lips until I want a real kiss. “I don’t know if you’ve happened to notice, but I’m not exactly human. I can smell your arousal when you’re at home in bed fucking yourself to the thought of me, and I can hear my name when you moan it as you cum. Tell me a lie we both can believe.”
Shocked, I react by clawing at his chest. He moans as I watch the red, angry scratches disappear as they instantly heal. His jaw clenches as he enters me roughly and unapologetically. It’s so fucking good, but I fight against moaning by growling instead.
“You don’t care about my feelings!”
He moves inside me harshly, feeding my anger back to me. “I do. I’m just not focusing on the ones you want me to.”
I hate how he has me in two directions pissed the fuck off but not wanting him to stop. His head snaps back when I pull his hair.
“Mmmm. Take out your frustrations on me, baby.” He grabs my ass cheeks as he retreats then slams into me hard while pulling me down.
I almost cum on the spot, but I’m stubborn. Jack’s eyes glimmer with challenge. “Don’t hold back now, Arden.” He grabs my chin and gets in my face with his eyes glowing. “Put me in my place.”
“I wish I was strong enough to kick your ass,” I moan. “That’s what you need. Your ass beat, you disappearing asshole!”
Jack starts fucking me harder, and I return the effort, grinding against his muscled body. I hate how good he feels inside of me. I want to be mad. I have the right to be upset.
“What else?” He challenges me as he shows me I don’t know a damn thing about fucking. “More yelling, insults, or abuse?”
“You trapped me here, ice fucker.”
