Page 61 of Double the Dilemma

“Won’t ever happen,” he said firmly. “Gorgeous, this whole thing with Sena pushed both of us to our limits. Hell, the amount of times we’ve fought and how often you’ve pushed me away, I don’t think we can get any worse than that. Hell, you pointed a gun in my face.”

Karissa snorted. “Don’t be so sure it won’t happen again,” she joked.

Razor smirked. “As long as you don’t do it to Savage, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Karissa, I want you to listen to me, okay? I love you, which means I love you as you are. We’re going to fight and piss each other off plenty in the coming months until we find a rhythm. But we’ll get there. I want you here with me, and I’m not going to let you go. And if for some reason we mutually decide it’s not working, then we figure that out too. It won’t happen, but I’ll make you that promise. Okay?”

She looked up at him for a moment. If there was one thing she could say about Razor, it was that he never quit. He’d been after her for months, and even finding out about her past, he was still around. Still fighting for her. Fighting for them as a couple, and for a future she was too scared to reach for. But she wasn’t scared anymore. She didn’t have to worry about Sena coming along and screwing this shit up for her again. She was free. “Okay,” she whispered.

Razor relaxed, and he gave her a slow smile. “Okay,” he replied. “As much as I enjoyed our little fight, I think it’s time we get to the make-up portion of it, and that includes you seeing the error of your ways about putting yourself in danger. Don’t you?”

Her stomach fluttered with anticipation, and she gave him a slow smile. “We could,” she agreed. She moved her head forward so that her mouth was only a breath away from his, and whispered, “But you’ll have to catch me first.” She ducked out from under his arm and spun away from him, walking backward as he spun around and advanced toward her, eyes bright with a primal anticipation.

“I’m going to enjoy making you pay, baby,” he rumbled at her, stalking her as she moved around the room, weaving through the machines and weights as she did.

“And just how are you going to do that?” she taunted, quickly changing course and getting behind him with a few carefully chosen steps. She barely dodged his grab when he reached out. “I hate to tell you this, but your dick is not a punishment. Especially not the way you use it,” she added with a wicked grin.

“I’m going to spank your ass, make it a nice red,” he told her, feigning to grab her, but still missing her by just his fingertips as she jumped over a set of weights and headed for the ring. She didn’t climb into it, since that would definitely mean he would get her, and she wasn’t done with this little game yet.

“Still not seeing how that’s a punishment,” she taunted, laughing when he almost stumbled over the weights. “Maybe I should be the one spanking your ass if we’re talking punishments.”

He chuckled, low and seductive as he stalked her. “I don’t think so. I think I’ll bring you to the edge again and again, never letting you fall over, until you’re screaming and begging for me to make you cum. For hours. Maybe I’ll cum all over those pretty tits, after fucking them, and I’ll leave you aching. So wet and aroused, and denied any kind of relief. Then, after you’ve properly apologized, I’ll fuck you and finally give you the relief you crave.”

His words were pure seduction, and her pussy was drenched. She almost wanted to stop the chase and let him catch her. He might threaten her with this, but she knew he wouldn’t deny her for long. She had a few tricks of her own, and he would be the one begging before she was done. “Big promises,” she taunted, moving back around the ring and heading to the back wall, keeping him in her sights the entire time.

The look of hunger on his face had her breath picking up as he moved faster. She broke into a run as she moved around the gym, laughing. “You have no idea, baby,” he rasped out. Then, his footsteps stopped and she slowed, looking over her shoulder to see he was no longer chasing her. In fact, she didn’t see him at all. She stopped and turned, trying to figure out where he was.

They were in the more crowded part of the gym, with a mixture of weights, benches, machines, and a few pull-up bars and punching bags. Narrowing her eyes, she waited and watched. He was hiding, and she knew he was trying to get her to go to him, but she wasn’t going to make this easy. She took a step backward toward the wall, and let out a scream of surprise when she felt him wrap his arm around her middle and haul her back. She squirmed, but stilled when he chuckled in her ear. “You’re not the only one with a few surprises, baby,” he rasped, nipping at her earlobe. She moaned and stilled, arousal beating at her. “And, now that I have you, no more running, no more games. I think it’s time we made up, don’t you?”

She spun around in his arms and stared up at him. She’d figure out how he did that later, because he was right. She was done running.

Instead of answering him, she reached up, cupped the back of his neck, and yanked his mouth down to hers. The kiss was hot and brutal. Demanding. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, and his tongue invaded her mouth, making her stomach clench with desire and her knees go weak.

When he wrenched his mouth away, she made a sound of displeasure low in her throat, but gasped when he slapped her ass and ordered, “Out of these clothes, gorgeous. Your punishment starts now, and I have a feeling you’re going to both love and hate it.”

As she slowly stripped out of her clothes, she wondered what the hell he was up to, because the glint in his eyes had her body trembling with anticipation. Especially when he stripped out of his own clothes.

“Let’s see what you got, big guy,” she taunted. “I can handle anything you throw at me.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO

RAZOR

He gripped her by the hips and lifted, instructing her to grab the bar above her head. She hesitated for a moment before she wrapped her hands tightly around the bar and then looked down at him in confusion and intrigue. He gave her a wicked smile as he said, “Hold on tight, and don’t let go or I’ll stop.” She narrowed her eyes, obviously trying to figure out what he was about to do, but she didn’t let go, trusting him to not let her fall.

He was hard as stone, but he didn’t care. He had all the time in the world for Karissa if it meant having her at his mercy. He moved his hands down from her hips to her thighs, pulled them apart, and stepped between them, sliding her legs over his shoulders. His mouth was perfectly lined up with her pussy, and he tilted his head up so he could give her a smug grin. Her face was flushed and her eyes were bright with arousal as she realized what he was about to do. “Don’t let go,” he warned her again, before he moved his hands to cup her ass and put his mouth on her.

She let out a loud moan that echoed around the room and he gave a low chuckle, making her buck her hips into him as he ran his tongue through her folds and up to her clit, teasing it and making her thighs clench hard on the sides of his head. “Oh fuck,” Karissa moaned.

The moment he felt her hand in his hair, he stopped and pulled his head away, giving her a warning look. “Hands, baby,” he warned her. “Or do you want me to stop?”

She huffed and removed her hand from his hair, wrapping it back around the bar. “Damn it, Razor,” she groaned. “How the hell am I supposed to just hang here while you do that? I’ll be lucky I don’t fall.”

“I won’t let you fall,” he rasped at her. “Now hold on and don’t let go like a good girl. You’re making me wait for my favorite treat.” He dove back in, and he got to work on driving her crazy.

He lapped, sucked, and tasted her until she was writhing her hips, crying out as he tortured her with only his mouth. He groaned as her arousal soaked his beard, and he shifted her so he could trail his tongue down to her entrance. He lapped around it slowly, teasing her, until she snarled, “Razor, if you don’t get your tongue inside me, I’m going to suffocate you until you do.”

He chuckled. “So demanding,” he grumbled, probing his tongue ever so slightly inside her, teasing her. Her walls clenched down, trying to hold him in, but he pulled his mouth away and moved back up to her clit, sucking on it, making her back bow and her entire body clench. “Too bad you’re not running this show,” he purred as he pulled his mouth away and moved down to her right inner thigh, nipping and lapping at her skin.

He lifted his eyes to look up at her, and his cock jerked at the sight. Her hands gripped the bar so hard her knuckles were white, her head was tossed back, and her long dark hair flowed freely behind her. He could see the smooth line of her neck, the way her back arched, thrusting her breasts towards him, their hard points moving up and down harshly with each breath she took. Her stomach was sucked in, almost concave, the muscles trembling as she strained. She looked utterly perfect and at his mercy.

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