Blasphemous (Torn #3)(68)

She gasped, flinging her phone aside on the seat before she stood up and aggressively closed the gap between us. “I can slut myself anywhere I want to!”

Emma was playing dirty and I was past caring about her feelings at this point. I was ready to f*uking rip everything apart until she knew how f*uked up she made me feel. “You’re already implying that you are with how you look, Emma! If you’re aiming to look like a hooker, well, go right ahead!”

Her eyes popped out of her sockets when I hissed out the word hooker. “Excuse me? My swimwear’s a one-piece and pretty tame compared to the other women out there!”

“Well, the women out there are twigs and you’re not,” I bellowed back.

Her eyes flared, looking like she was about to strangle me. “Are you f*uking telling me that I’m fat?!”

I wished that kind of fat was the problem, but hell this type of fat was the groin-stirring kind. “No. Not even close. You’re petite, but you have breasts and a very nice… ass.” I loved worshipping that ass of hers, in and out of it. I was so hopeless when it came to her body that my eyes snapped to the spot where I loved so much. Even in my about to murder rage, my physical reaction to her beauty was pathetic.

Emma gave a dry laugh when she caught me eyeing her like a starving man. “Well, too bad. You just have to deal with it. You just have to stop checking it out.”

Men were checking her out. It was driving me mad how Jacques freely had his hands all over her and she didn’t do shit about it. Instead, she slapped me with disrespect when she kissed Jacques like she couldn’t wait to get him alone and use that skillful mouth of hers.

“You think this is funny?” I hissed in her face, so close that with one move, I could capture those deceitful lips of hers. “You already knew how I was going to act before you even kissed Jacques in front of me. If you aimed to hurt me, congratulations, you did a splendid job. It’s what you’re good at.”

“Hurt you?” She snorted as if she found it hilarious. “You have the audacity to fling accusations when it was you who had another woman on your lap last night, kissing with no care that it was going to be out in the news the next day. Hurt you? Seriously, I’m done talking to you. I am done.”

Ah, that explained a lot of things, but it didn’t change my mood. Not. One. Little. Bit. She was done? Ha-f*uking-ha. “You wish it was.”

“Huh! It’s been over, dude. Wake up! You’re not the only hot guy on the planet. I enjoy variety.” She spun around, faced the mirror and fixed the top part of her X-rated suit. Not caring if I was checking her out.

I was cold as ice when I moved behind her back, meeting those defiant eyes in the mirror. “Go change, Emma. One wrong move and your nipples will show.” And those nipples look aroused.

Without preamble, my hand snaked out and rubbed her pebbled nipple through the lycra. “Defying me turns you on, doesn’t it?”

Emma hissed, cupping her breasts, angry as hell. “These are mine. I get to do whatever I want, if I want to flash the entire world with them, that’s my damn right. I’m not yours to command, Bass. Those days are long gone.” She spun around, advancing on me with dark, furious and enraged eyes.

I was too dumbstruck and, frankly, in awe of her to move. Emma stopped and roughly shoved me against the cold, granite wall, leaving me heaving for a second, before her hand intensely captured my jaw, nails biting into my skin as she moved it briskly to the side, pushing my cheek against the cold surface. She then brought her lips close, brushing them against my ear. “Does this power play excite you, Bass? Does your fat cock harden at the sight of my body?”

f*uk, yes. I was so turned on by Emma’s cattiness that I was rendered speechless.

“Not talking, are we now, bad boy? Oh, I know! Your cock is taking over your body. Baby can’t think straight when cocky Bass wants to play,” Emma huskily rasped against my ear.

She then roughly let go of my chin. A sharp gasp escaped my lips when her nails dug against my shirt, scraping my skin as they slid down past my nipples and stopped when they reached my pants.

“Tsk-tsk.” Emma playfully toyed with the band of my pants, brushing my hot skin as she did so. “You are always rock hard and ready, aren’t you, Bass?” The vixen was on a roll as she lifted my shirt, scratched across my navel and bit into my nipple.

Shit. Jesus Christ. “Emma!” I grunted out in vain. Losing my bearings and any thoughts because the vixen was making me so hard, so hard that moisture seeped out of my engorged shaft.

This was inferno!

“Emma, what?” She stuck out her tongue and slowly swirled it around my earlobe. “Do you remember that time in Aspasia where I got down on my knees and gave you a deep-throat?” She gave a husky moan that rose the hairs all over my body. “Did you like that? Did you like it when I did everything you wanted? Do you like it when you came so hard in my mouth that I gagged from your size being shoved down my throat, but loved every single drop of you?”

I f*uking loved it. I dreamt of you like that so many times.

“Yes…” a tortured reply came out of me. I let out a frustrated groan when her hand reached inside my boxers. She tsked again when she found me hard against her hand.

“So hard, so big and so thick… and always ready to f*uk…” she continued to become my kryptonite.