Be a Doll(72)

Loathing poured out of her, making my damn heart pump painfully in my too tight chest as my lungs burned. That’s why it didn’t surprise me when her right hand cracked against my cheek, sending my head to one side as pinpricks of pain spread over my abused cheek.

Instinct told me to bring a hand to cover my cheek, but I didn’t move. I kept my hands at my sides, clenched into fists so tight my knuckles ached and the veins in my arms bulged visibly under my fair skin as if I had an intense workout.

Our eyes were still locked, hard and unyielding. She didn’t need to open her mouth to tell me she hated me, I read it in her blue eyes, in the way her mouth pursed, in the colors rising in her elegant high cheekbones. All the traces of her anger and hatred shouldn’t make her beautiful, but she was. Every time she felt something deeply she was beautiful, mesmerizing.

Every time she fascinated me.

And every time it confounded me furthermore.

The sound of her loud breathing was harsh in the quiet apartment, reminding me of last night when I had my mouth on her pussy or when I had my cock in her. She breathed the same way, only moaning every few seconds. That too confused me, making my anger falter long enough to send a message to my body that made my arousal impossible for me to ignore.

Harshly, without finesse or care if I would hurt her or turn her off, I fisted the hair behind her head and brought her face closer to mine. Her eyes widened for a second before they narrowed on me again.

“Don’t come any closer to me.’’ The bite in her words made my cock twitch and my breath stutter. I was sick. This was sick.

“Going to hit me again?’’ I taunted and snaked my other hand behind her to grab her ass. I pulled her into me. Her hands laid flat on my chest, but she didn’t push me away. “Doesn’t look like it.’’

She closed her eyes then, so tightly the corner of her eyes wrinkled. “Stop.’’

“Why should I? You want me to fuck you and that’s what you hate me right now. I piss you off, you hate me, but you still want me so bad that you’re willing to overlook everything that happened tonight.’’

She whimpered, a small sound that I knew meant I hit the nail right on the head. She was a victim to that damn attraction, just like she ensnared me in her beauty and fire, that damn fire that was making me lose it more than I ever thought I would.

I was an asshole, she was right about that because not once did I think about stopping, about not touching her. And when her hands on my chest started wandering over my pecs and down to my abs, it only settled it.

My hand on her ass grabbed her again, squeezing the ripe expanse through her pants. I breathed out loud, trying to tame the beast inside that only wanted me to tear off the clothes from her body and take her like an animal, but I knew I would only be able to delay the outcome.

Her hands fisted the front of my button-down so hard the buttons would pop soon if she kept her hold on it like this. I didn’t stop her, didn’t care about the button-down or anything other than the need for this woman.

I wanted to get her under me.

I wanted to show her that she couldn’t resist me and what I did to her.

But it was when her hips pushed against my hard cock trapped inside my slacks that I lost it. The pleasure, the want, the lust exploded and I let it out.

On a growl I attacked her mouth and took advantage of her surprised gasp to slip my tongue inside her mouth and taste her. I could make out the wine we drank earlier and her own taste. She moaned in my mouth and tugged me closer to her, her movements hard, harsh almost violent like mine.

My hand in her hair behind her head tightened around her strands and I didn’t care if it hurt her. I needed her pain, needed her moans, her to beg me. I fucking needed her like I had never thought it was possible. That violence in the desire could have scared me if I wasn’t too far gone.

When her tongue caressed the roof of my mouth I moaned in her mouth and pushed her hard against the wall flanking the staircase. Her breath left her at once as I broke the kiss. Her eyes blinked open, glazed over and the pupils shot. Her hands fell to my belt, quickly working it open with shaky movements as I tore open her blouse. Her breasts, perfect, round and generous were presented to me in lavender lace. As soon as my belt fell to the ground in a loud sound to the floor, I forcefully trapped her hands against the wall and pushed down her blouse and cardigan, smirking when I saw the mound of fabric on the floor at our feet. But I didn’t waste any time. I couldn’t when Lila’s hand went back to me to work open my slacks, touching my cock with a touch that had nothing innocent or tentative to it.

I groaned and pushed her hands away again, earning myself a plaintive whimper from her, but it soon turned into a moan when I opened her pants and pushed two fingers in her wet pussy, closing my eyes at the sensation. She was tight, so damn tight around my fingers, and pulsing in time to her increasing breathing. One of her hands closed tight around my wrist, but I knew it wasn’t because she wanted me to stop. With the way her body undulated against the wall, her hips chasing my fingers, she wanted to make sure I wouldn’t stop, not until she got off all over my hand, drenching me in her arousal and musky scent.

“Step out of your pants,’’ I ordered harshly in her ear, my body pressed against her, hindering the movements of my fingers thrusting inside her. She wriggled against me, but I didn’t let her go. In fact, I grabbed her hair again and took her mouth in a bruising kiss. “Now, Lila.’’