Raging Heart On (Lucas Brothers #2)(68)

“These aren’t the same,” she defends, trying to push into me when I wrap my finger against the lace at her leg. “They’re boy-cut! Some men find them sexy.”

I know Kayla isn’t trying to upset me, but just the mention of other men seeing her underwear causes anger to coil in the pit of my stomach. I tighten my hold on the thin lace and it pulls taut, and then I hear a ripping noise as the material gives. I toss the remnants on the floor once I can tear it from her body. I know I’m not being gentle. I even know that it’s made marks on her in places and probably hurts. I also do not give a damn. I’m an *, I know it, but I’m also pissed off. The thought of another man seeing what is mine makes me want to punch walls.

“It doesn’t matter what the f*ck some men like. They won’t get the chance to see you again. We got that clear. Right, Kayla?”

“I was just saying…”

“It’s clear, right? No one sees this *,” I tell her, letting my fingers slide between her legs, and then I reach under and push against her lips. They part magically, letting one finger push in, her sweet cream surrounding me at once. “No one touches this * but me.”

“What? I—”

“Say it, Kayla.”

“Of course they don’t, White. That’s not what I…” Her sentence trails off and ends with a loud gasp as my hand cracks down hard on her ass. I can feel the cheeks of her ass vibrate from the hit. Heat moves through her, flushing her skin a bright pink. My dick jerks in reaction.

“No one touches this ass, but me.” I hear a whimper. She pushes against me. What I don’t hear is her agreement, so I bring my hand down again, and bastard that I am, it’s even harder this time. “No one touches this ass but me, Kayla,” I tell her, harsher this time.

“No one,” she whimpers, her ass bucking against my hand. I rub the red skin, admiring the print of my hand on the pale white flesh, carefully rubbing against the walls of her * without entering.

“I think you like being spanked, Buttercup. You were wet before, but you’re drenched now. Listen to the noises this sweet * makes when I slide my fingers through it. You don’t want them to leave, do you, baby? Do you want me to get you off right here?”

“Yes, please, White,” she moans. The need in her voice makes me feel so powerful that I thrust two fingers inside of her in reward. Her muscles cling to my fingers and she tries to suck them in deeper. She rides my fingers so tightly, I think she might break them. I thrust them in and out a few times, giving her only a small taste of what I really want to give her. She does her best to rise up, but I don’t let her get away with it. Instead, I push harder on her back, making sure her body stays low and angled perfectly for me.

Regretfully, I take my fingers away. Kayla cries in protest, doing her best to rear back. She looks at me over my shoulder and I grin at the mixed look of anger and need on her face. I bring my fingers to my lips and let her watch as I lick her cream from them. Her eyes go large.

“You taste good, Honey.”

“White, please…”

“What’s wrong, Buttercup? Do you want my fingers back?” I ask her, letting them move back down. I slide them against her clit and then further down, skirting her entrance, pushing against it but never going inside.

“You’re killing me,” she whimpers.

Her cream covers my fingers and I use it to push against her ass, painting the opening generously, then diving down to get more. I repeat the action several times, the last time sliding the tips of my fingers through the tightly locked ring of muscles of her ass. Her body goes still. Every muscle she has locks in place, as if she’s afraid to move. If it wasn’t for the breathless sounds leaving her mouth, I’d be worried she wasn’t getting oxygen. I lean down and kiss along her spine as I push my fingers in a little further. One finger goes inside just past the knuckle. She’s so f*cking tight there, she may destroy my cock when she takes it inside, but she will do it. I will own every part of her.

“You like this, Honey?”

“White,” she whispers and I can hear the need in her voice even as her body shakes in what is probably fear.

“I’m claiming your ass, Kayla. It’s going to take my cock all the way inside. I’m going to go so deep you won’t be able to move for weeks without feeling me.”

“Jesus,” she sighs.

I kiss down her spine and along her ass while pulling the finger back out. I let my teeth graze one of her cheeks and then bite into it, letting her feel the sting and claiming her ass the only way I can right now.

“This is my ass, Kayla,” I tell her over her squeal of shock when I bite her—a squeal that only deepens when I thrust my finger back in, and this time, I go as deep as possible.

“It will hurt,” she says, but her body is moving in all the right ways. She wants this. Fuck, she’d let me take her right here, right now if I wanted. She’s not ready, though. We’ll have to work up to that.

“Aww, Honey, that’s not my plan. I’m going to make you feel good. Real good,” I tell her, leaving her ass with a small kiss. Then I unzip my pants, pushing them out of the way. My poor cock could almost sing in relief as I let him out. It’s a miracle he didn’t rip through my pants. I take my cock in my hand to let the tip push against her ass, just enough so she knows what I want.