“Then let me go!”
“Tell me why you did what you did?”
“I don’t owe you an explanation. “
“And why is that?”
“Because you don’t get to ignore me for two months, flaunt your new girlfriend in my face, and then demand answers from me.”
“What did she say to you?”
“Let me go or I’ll start screaming.”
“Scream. No one is here—better yet… why don’t I give you a reason to scream? I know just the way to shut you up.”
My hands traveled to the front of her pants and unbuttoned them slowly. I waited for a protest, but none came, so I ventured further. Her pants were lowered and my hands were in her panties, all before I could count to three.
She was already wet, but I couldn’t resist teasing her with my fingers. I found the little nub and teased her there. Her legs shifted apart slightly, and I didn’t miss the way her back arched, pushing her pussy into my hand. I decided to take it a little further and slipped a finger inside her. Her little moan was all the encouragement I needed.
Another finger and she was moving against me, fucking my fingers.
I don’t remember lowering my own jeans, but when I was forced to stop pleasuring her, she looked back at me with anger and lust in her eyes.
My hand dug into my wallet for a rubber while I held her gaze. I moved slowly giving her time to say no.
I grabbed her hair in my fist and yanked her head up to kiss her hard as fuck as I rammed into her from behind. She screamed against my lips and jumped up to her toes.
“Shut the fuck up. I gave you the chance to talk.” I forced her torso flat on the desk and leaned over her back. My hand held onto her hair as I shoved my cock into her mercilessly. I watched her beautiful features transform as the desk rocked under our movements.
I slid deeper and kissed the sweat droplets forming on her back. Her eyes were closed, and her face drawn tight with concentration as she tried not to let my will take over her as it always did when I was deep inside her.
I struggled with the same issue though I was better at hiding it than she was. The way her tight pussy owned me every single time…
Oh. My. God.
It was the only thought I could process.
I knew he would find out that it was me who planted the fleas, but I didn’t expect him to react so… passionately.
I needed him like I needed my next breath, but if I continued let Keiran have his way every time, he would ruin us both. I needed to take control. Somehow.
My opportunity came when he withdrew from my body unexpectedly. I looked back to see him sit in the chair before yanking me into his lap. “Ride me.”
I was able to hide my surprise that he was placing me in control and did as he ordered. Keiran was many things, but submissive he wasn’t. I knew just how to take control.
I lifted and sunk down on him, finding my rhythm until I was riding him the way I knew he liked. He taught me well during those six weeks, so I knew what I was about to do would send him over the edge.
He watched me carefully through half-lidded eyes, and as I quickened my pace, little by little, I clamped my inner muscles around his cock. By the time he realized what I was up to, it was too late. My pussy held him with a vice-like grip.
His hands banded around my hips to stop me, but he was already coming by the time he lifted me off his cock.
I forced his orgasm from him, taking control. His eyes darkened as he watched the triumph in my own.
“Get the fuck off of me.”
His darkening gaze froze me over, and I hid the familiar shiver of fear by obliging him, but I couldn’t let it rest there. I had a point to make.
“What’s wrong?” I cocked my head to the side while I studied him. “Are you feeling used… or just thoroughly fucked? I’ve got to say it worked out for both of us…”
I made a show of looking down at the evidence of his release glistening on his muscled abs. When I let my gaze travel back up to his face, I smirked, mimicking the look he often gave me after he made me beg to come.
He shot up from the chair, and I quickly stepped back thinking he would make a grab for me, but he only bent down to rip his jeans back up his thighs. His jaw clenched and unclenched, and I knew I had struck a nerve.
“It’s funny how you are doing everything in your power to fight me, but every time I touch you, you spread your legs faster than a whore for a five dollar bill.”
It was a good thing he was concentrating on buttoning his jeans correctly, or he would have seen me flinch before I was able to recover.
“If you could get your rocks off while hating me, then I figured I could give it a try. Two really can play that game.”
“Do you want to know why I’ve ignored you?”
“I know why.”
“It’s not because of Diana,” he said impatiently.
“Okay, then… Why?”
“The day we fought, I didn’t leave you. I slept in my car outside your house, and the next morning, your aunt found me.”
I knew this would be bad without hearing the rest of the story. “She told you to stay away from me, didn’t she?” When he nodded, I felt my knees weaken.
“What else did she say?”
“She asked me about Mario.”
I don’t know how long I stood there gaping at Keiran, but it must have been a while because he took my elbow and sat me in the chair we’d just finished having sex in.