ALL THE RAGE (writer: T.M. Frazier)(62)

He unbuckled his belt, sliding it out through the loops. Folding it in half, he snapped the leather together. The sound an echoing crack through the damp night air.

Our dance continued as he took another step toward me and I again retreated. “Since you don’t seem to feel the same way, let me tell you what’s going to happen right now,” Nolan started. “I’m going to make you come on my fingers.” Step. “On my tongue.” Step. “And around my cock.” His last step closed the space between us. “We can worry about who gets to kill who after.”

My back hit the railing, trapping me between the end of the pier and his hard wall of a chest. My breathing became even more labored, my chest rising and falling in quick succession against his. Pressing against my stomach, I could feel the heat of his hard cock through the worn fabric of his jeans. My nipples hardened as the ache in my core grew into need. “I’m going to f*ck you, baby. Hard. And I’m not going to stop f*cking you until you realize that this shit between us is all that matters.”

Every bit of tightness that had been winding up my body over the last six months was nothing compared to having Nolan’s lips within inches of mine, his body pressed up against me, his hard cock nudging against my thigh. “Or maybe I’ll just go straight to the f*cking. Since I haven’t been able to think of anything else but being inside you for the last six months.”

There would be no escaping this time.

From him.

From this.

From us.

I’d never been so angry in my entire f*cking life.

“I see that look on your face,” Nolan said. “In your eyes. I feel the f*cking anger burning off you like wild fire.” He grabbed my hand and pressed it flat against his erection. I moaned, loud and long. He sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Fuck, it makes me so f*cking hard for you. You feel that? That’s all because of you.”

All I could do was try and breathe, my words gone. I didn’t know the difference between anger and desire. I was trapped in feelings and emotions with no way out.

Nowhere to run.

I tried to snatch my hand away but Nolan was faster. He now held both of my hands behind my back in one of his. His lips skated across my neck and jaw. I turned to bite at him but it only made him laugh.

“Do you remember what I told you? When you feel that temper of yours crossing over to that point of no return, then you take that shit out on me. If you have to unleash whatever is going on in that pretty brain of yours, then you unleash it on me. You give ME your anger and you don’t leave again. You hear what I’m saying? Come at me, Rage. Give me all you f*cking got, and I’ll give it right back. Take it out on me. On my body. I promise, I can take it.” Nolan paused, running his gaze over my body, licking me up and down with his hazel eyes. “I want to take it.”

He pulled on the back of his shirt, tugging it over his head and tossing it to the ground. Wrapping his hand around my wrist, he brought it forward against his chest. He pressed my fingernails into his flesh and scraped them down his skin, leaving a trail of red marks in their wake. “If you want to hurt me, hurt me like this.” He dragged my hand from his chest and wrapped it behind my back again before skating a hand down the front of my shorts. “But no more f*cking running.”

He stopped just short of my entrance playing with my wetness. My hips shot off the railing at the contact. “Say it, Rage,” he demanded. “Say yes, you won’t run from me anymore, and I’ll give you what you want, baby.”

“I…yes,” I said, because it was all I could say. Because as much as I wanted to hate him, wanted to kill him, I didn’t.

His lips descended on mine and we didn’t just kiss, we tore each other apart. It wasn’t just passion. It was f*cking war. An all out fight for a piece of one another. A piece I knew I wanted but didn’t think I could have. “You still feeling it, Rage? That anger of yours still boiling inside of you?”

I nodded as my * clenched and wetness flooded my panties.

“Good,” Nolan said, staring deep into my eyes. He pushed one long finger inside me, dragging it in and out as he spoke. “Because I’m about to f*ck the anger right out of you.”





CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN




Nolan


I kissed her long and hard while I f*cked her soaking wet * with my fingers. I kissed her until we were both breathless, stoking the fire that had only grown in our time apart. Her full lips and wet tongue against my mouth were both heaven and f*cking hell.

Rage was breathing like she was about to unleash fire from her nose and mouth. I knew she was trying to gain control, her fury still evident in her bloodshot eyes and the way her entire body was tense, from her tight jaw to the balls of wadded up muscle her thighs had become. I swallowed hard and even through my own anger, there was no way I could deny that she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

I wanted to punish her. Devour her. Take her in every way there was to take her.

Mine.

I was impossibly hard.

Voices echoed in the distance over the trees from nearby neighborhoods. Both the darkness of the night and the line of trees surrounding the small lake concealed us from wandering eyes, but it wasn’t like I gave a f*ck if a million people watched. That way they would know who Rage belonged to.

Rage’s * sucked on my fingers, milking them as I pushed in and out of her, circling her clit with my thumb while I shamelessly rubbed my cock against her through the clothes that I hated more than I hated the fact that she’d been away from me for way too f*cking long.