Page 5 of Double the Dilemma

He was weaving his own spell, and she knew exactly where it was going to lead. She needed to get her head on straight. Now. She quickly put her hand over his and pushed it down and away from her, and she side stepped so that she was by the door. “No, I’m not doing this,” she said firmly before spinning on her heel and starting to leave the bathroom.

Razor grabbed her arm and hauled her back, easily blocking her attempt to slap him. She let out a snarl as he spun her around and pinned her against the counter, both of them facing the mirror again. She tried to ram her elbow into him, but he pressed himself tight against her and held her arms down. He stared at her in the mirror and growled, “We’re having this discussion, Karissa, so settle down.”

“We’re not discussing anything,” she hissed at him. “I told you I’m done, and you need to leave. I have no problem kicking your ass to make you realize it. Bet your MC buddies would love that.”

“They’d laugh and cheer you on,” he agreed easily. “But it won’t come to that. Because we’re not done, and as much as you fight me on it, you know we’re perfect together. If we were done, you would have stopped this a long time ago, and you would be fighting me tooth and nail. You wouldn’t let me into your apartment, you wouldn’t let me touch you, and you wouldn’t be soaking your panties right now.”

“You would break in anyway,” she said tightly. “The word no doesn’t seem to mean much to you.”

“It does when you mean it.” His gaze held hers in the mirror. “Tell me you don’t want me, Karissa,” he challenged. “Tell me that you want me to walk out that door and never come back.” He reached down and ran his finger along the seam of her jeans between her legs. “Tell me that you don’t want me to taste this pussy and make you scream. Tell me all of that, and I’ll go away.” She opened her mouth to tell him exactly that, but stopped when he pressed his finger firmly over her, rubbing the seam against her throbbing clit, and the only sound that came out of her mouth was a moan. “Tell me and mean it, Karissa,” he whispered in her ear as his hand moved up to the button of her jeans and opened it, then slid her zipper down. “Come on, tell me.”

She opened her mouth again, but his hand pushed inside, past the band of her panties and down toward where she was hot and wet. When his finger expertly moved over her clit, her legs shifted, giving him better access, and she wanted to curse. Damn it, this was not going to plan, she thought. She needed to get a grip and send him on his way. She had a vibrator that could take care of her after he was gone.

“I don’t want…” Her words cut off on a moan when he pressed down hard on her clit and rubbed, sending fiery pleasure through her.

“Tell me, Karissa,” he whispered again, rubbing her clit faster now, her building orgasm inside her. “Make me leave, baby.”

CHAPTERTHREE

RAZOR

He could see the battle raging on her face. Part of her wanted to push him away, but the other, it wanted to sink into oblivion, let him take control. He loved it. Loved knowing that he could make her feel this way. Make her doubt and question her resolve to keep him at arm’s length. Because that was what she was trying to do.

He moved his finger, sliding through the wetness and circling her entrance. Teasing her, and making her body arch instinctively into his touch. “You’re not telling me, Karissa,” he rumbled, leaning his head down to nibble at her exposed shoulder thanks to her uniform’s tank top. He loved and hated that outfit, but right now, he wouldn’t complain if it meant that he got to touch her. Got to taste her. Remind her of why they belonged together.

He knew it was only a matter of time before she would regain her senses and try to push him out again, but he was just going to fight back harder. He wanted Karissa Valentine, and he aimed to have her.

“Fuck you,” she moaned, making him chuckle. There was the fire he loved. That he craved.

“I thought you were done with me,” he taunted, pushing her. She stiffened. “That you don’t want me to fuck you again. But we both know that you do, don’t we, Rissa? You want me to fuck you hard and fast.” For emphasis, he pushed two fingers inside her, moving his hand as hard and fast as the limited space would allow. She gasped, her inner muscles clenching around him and making him grit his teeth. “You want me to taste you. To bring you to the edge over and over again until the only thing you can think about is coming on my tongue. On my cock. Isn’t it? Because you’re not done with me.” He punctuated the last statement by twisting his hand, curling his fingers, and finding that spot that had her crying out and bucking against the vanity.

“Fuck, Razor,” she gasped, her entire body straining toward her release as he watched her. Her head fell back against his shoulder, her hands gripped the vanity to try to keep herself steady, but the pleasure on her face, it was his favorite sight of all. The way her mouth made that little O-shape as she gasped and moaned; the way her skin flushed as her orgasm built; the trembling of her body as pleasure overwhelmed her senses. He fucking loved all of it. And he wanted to see it for the rest of his life.

“We’re so far from done, Rissa, that no matter what we do, we’re always going to come back to each other. No matter how far you run, no matter how hard you fight it.” He moved his thumb to her clit and pressed down, making her gush around his fingers in response.

“I hate you,” she groaned, even as she rode his fingers.

“Hate me so much that you want me to stop?” he asked. He slowed his hand, calling her bluff. She snarled, immediately grabbing his wrist and holding him in place. “Yeah, I didn’t think so,” he murmured. “Now the real question is, do you want to come on my fingers, or do you want to come on my cock?” He ground his cock against her ass, biting back a groan at the feel of the friction from his zipper. No one could make him hard like Karissa.

She moaned and he felt the tell-tale signs of her orgasm beginning. But she didn’t answer him, and he knew what she was trying to do. If she came on his fingers, she’d push him away and out of her apartment faster. So he stilled and pulled his fingers out, shoving her pants and thong down and quickly working on his belt and jeans. Her eyes popped open and she stared at him in the mirror, her lip curling into a snarl as anger filled her eyes. She was not happy, but he smirked at her. She’d be happy enough in a second.

He pushed his jeans and boxers down, put a hand on the middle of her back and angled her forward, her belly pressed against the edge of the vanity. She struggled for a moment, but then stilled when he pressed his cock against her entrance. She shivered, that delicate movement making him smug knowing she wanted this. She wanted him. He nearly shouted in triumph when she opened her legs as wide as they could go to give him better access. But he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted just yet.

Instead, he wrapped his hand around his shaft and moved the head of his cock around her entrance, sliding through her arousal and up to her clit, tapping it just hard enough to make her moan, before sliding back down to tease her again. She hated when he did this; when he denied her what she wanted. Which is exactly why he did it. “You still haven’t told me which one you want to cum on, baby,” he taunted her, pressing the head of his cock against her entrance, but not pushing inside. Karissa arched back, trying to get more of him inside her, but he just pulled away. “Uh-uh, none of that. You have to choose, Karissa.”

“Fuck you, Razor, she snarled. “Either fuck me or get out.”

He brought his hand down and slapped her hard on the ass, making her gasp. “Still waiting,” he tsked.

She let out a low growl deep in her throat, and he started to grin. She was getting pissed, which meant things were about to get interesting. His cock seeped more precum at the thought. “How about you fuck off and get out?” she snapped at him, glaring at him in the mirror. She moved to stand up, but he quickly put his hand in the middle of her back and held her there.

“Tell me, baby,” he ordered her as she tried to shrug him off. He pressed against her, the head of his cock slipping inside her and making her still. He had to grit his teeth to keep his control. He loved the feel of her heat, and the way her body adjusted perfectly to him. She was made for him, and he was going to make her see that.

She hissed through her teeth, her body clenching around him. So he started to pull away; her body clamped down on him, and she snarled, “Fuck me with your cock, Razor, before I kill you, you cock tease.”

He chuckled. “That’s all you had to say,” he purred.

She cursed at him. “Fuck y—” Her curse was drowned by a moan when he thrust his hips forward, driving into her before setting a brutal pace. She cried out at the invasion, but then she was moving with him, and he put his arm around her hips so she didn’t bruise herself on the counter. Her moans, gasps, and cries filled the room as he thrust, angling his hips so that he hit all the right spots.

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