Page 88 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
One corner of his mouth lifts. "I'm not sure what you mean."
Huffing, I set my glass down and place my hands on my hips. "Bullshit. You're using the stupid bond to fuck with me."
Mateo's teeth are blinding white when he smiles. The skin around his brown eyes crinkles and for once, he looks happy rather than wanting to rip my throat out. "So?"
I take a step toward him. "Are you trying to piss me off?"
"Maybe," he says, watching as I close the distance between us.
He's so tall I have to crane my neck to meet his gaze. His eyelids lower slightly and he licks his lips.
"Is that how you want it?" I ask, pressing my body against his.
Shaking his head, he traps me in his hold, resting his hands roughly against my hips. "Is that how you want it?"
I sigh and drop my forehead against his chest. "Does everything have to be a game with you?"
His finger and thumb grip my chin and he lifts my head. "This isn't a game to me."
I furrow my brow. "You try to make me react to you. You want me to fight you."
He smiles. "I do like when you snap at me, I like the fire inside you, Demi. Can you fault me for wanting to draw it out?"
"I don't like being toyed with, Mateo."
Dropping his hand from my chin, he places it on the back of my head. "You're not a toy to me, baby girl."
His lips are dangerously close to mine.
"What am I?"
"Mine," he growls the word before picking me up and flashing to his bedroom.
He drops me onto a soft bed, pressing his body against mine and claiming my mouth. I kiss him fiercely, gripping his biceps and pulling him closer. I want to feel his body crushing mine, pinning me in place and keeping me from escaping.
Mateo pulls away to stand next to the bed. I make a sound of protest, but he rips his shirt off. The buttons scatter across the floor. I quickly take off my dress, thong, and bra, trying not to fall off the bed when he drops his pants and boxers, revealing a deliciously thick dick.
His smirk is sure and cocky as hell when I lie back against the pillows. He crawls over me slowly, his shoulders flexing as he moves to tower over me on all fours. I lift my hands and run them down his muscled chest, over his toned stomach, and wrap them around his length. He hisses when I stroke him.
Our lips meet again and he thrusts his hips into my hand. His fingers brush against my stomach before parting my folds. He slips two inside my dripping wet core. I gasp against his mouth.
He moves his fingers inside of me before focusing on my clit. My body starts to tremble and I have to stop stroking his cock because I'm afraid I'll hurt him on accident. Trailing his lips down my chin and throat, he finds my left nipple and sucks it into his mouth, making me moan.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, drawing blood and hanging on as he works me into a panting mess. The bundle of nerves he's working light up with electric pleasure and it pulses through me, making me forget to breathe.
His lips pop off of my breast and he lines the head of his shaft up with my center. I grip his hips as he slides in with careful control. He's taking it slow, giving me time to stretch around him. I tug on him, taking him in faster than he'd planned.
"If that's what you want, baby girl," he says on a dark chuckle before jerking his hips back and slamming them forward.
"Yes," I say with a gasp, not caring that he pushed me up the bed.
I guide his hand to the base of my throat and hold it there, staring between us as he pistons into me.
"Look at me," he says.
His eyes are almost black when I meet his gaze and I gasp when he sheathes himself deep inside me and moves slowly back and forth, pressing against my g-spot with each stroke.
The grip on my neck tightens slightly, and he brings his forehead to mine. "Are you going to come for me?"
