evie

By the time my bedroom door swings open, I’m ready to claw at the walls.

I’d tried to force myself back to sleep, but it was no use.

Now, he’s in my doorway.

I raise up, the comforter pooling around my waist as I listen for any signs of life downstairs. The clock reads nine fifty-seven and as I face him, I can tell he’s as on edge as I am. His hands are gripping my doorframe, his chest heaving. My breasts are instantly heavy, my toes beginning to tingle.

Combined, we’re a train wreck, but somehow, our mutual hell comforts me.

“Are they gone?” I ask quietly, pulling a slow nod from him.

“Left ten minutes ago,” he husks, his eyes locked on mine, making my ragged breath match his. I’m about to speak, but he cuts me off by taking another step inside my bedroom. “You’re on the pill, right?”

“Yeah,” I nod, my voice low and shaky. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Nope,” he admits, kicking my door shut as he pulls his shirt over his head and stalks toward me. “Only one way to find out.”

Before I can speak, he’s hovering over the edge of my bed, his palm gripping the back of my head and pulling me up onto my knees to meet his lips.

He kisses me angrily like he did in the kitchen, so hard I’m sure he’s bruising my lips. The feel of my hair being wrapped around his fist as he holds me in place drives me mad with vengeful lust. He releases a low groan that makes my head spin, has my fingernails digging into his arms.

As he pulls away, I clamp down on his lip, making him release a low hiss of pain, staring me down as he pushes my camisole up, palming my breast.

“You ready?” he asks, pulling a nod from me as he keeps his hand wound into my hair, running his lips down my neck, nipping at me with his teeth. “Are you wet?” he asks, sliding his hand into the front of my lace boy shorts, releasing a groan against my throat as his fingertips trace me. “Fuck,” he grounds out, pulling away from me and standing at the edge of the bed, untying the drawstring on the sweats hanging loose on his hips as he eyes my panties. “Take ‘em off.”

I hook my thumbs beneath the seam, watching his eyes begin to hood slightly as I strip bare in the center of the mattress. My resolve falters for a moment as he yanks my comforter onto the floor and away from the bed.

“I think you made me bleed that time,” he eyes me hungrily, wiping the back of his hand over his lip before glancing down at the pink saliva on his skin. “You’re gonna regret that, Evie.”

“I doubt that very seriously,” I reply, my heavy pant matching his.

He releases a low, breathy chuckle, a combination between annoyance and lust on his face as his low-slung sweats fall to his feet and he stalks toward me. He climbs onto the edge of the bed, prepared to throw me down and have his way with me.

Not today.

“I don’t think so,” I challenge, twisting out of his grip and planting my palms on his chest, pushing him onto his back and straddling him.

I expect a struggle, but he surprises me by releasing a string of curse words dipped in arousal.

As I bite into his jaw, my nails clinging to his chest, his cock rests against my ass, the moisture on the tip making contact with my skin pulling a shudder from me.

“What’s with the biting?” he grunts as he buries his face into my hair, yanking my lips up to his and kissing me hard. “Come on. Sit on my dick.”

“Aww, did I hurt you?” I taunt, roughly pushing him flat against the mattress as I grind against his shaft, the sensation making both of us lightheaded. “Stop telling me what to do. God, you’re so fucking impatient.”

“I’m being as patient as I can,” he grounds out, his words leaving him slow and tortured. “Are you about to back out?”

“No…”

“You want to take charge? Fine,” he smirks. “But I’ve been miserable for three days, baby. You’ve got about ten more seconds of this grinding on my dick shit left and so help me Jesus, I’m gonna flip you over and fuck you so hard, you won’t walk right for a week.”

“Yeah, right,” I return his smirk, narrowing my eyes. “You don’t have it in you…”

Before I can finish, his palm flattens over my throat, the other clenching over my ass as he positions himself at my entrance and his mouth rests against mine. His tip teases me for just a second as he dips his tongue out, tasting my lips and releases a devilish chuckle.

“I’m about to tear your prissy little ass up.”

dash

Before she can give me some kind of smartass reply, I shove into her deep, pulling a string of profanity from her as my body trembles.

I grip her waist hard, holding her in place, raising my hips and bucking into her from below, pushing into her as deep as I can. Her arms go limp on top of my chest as she releases her lower lip, a sharp gasp leaving her chest as I stare into her, her hooded eyes matching mine.

Jesus.

Our breathing goes erratic and as I start to find my rhythm, she starts to find hers. Her hands shove against my chest, pushing me away as she raises up, taking me deeper.

“God, I can’t wait to get the hell away from you,” she grounds out, shuddering as she rises and falls onto my shaft, fueling my hunger.

I growl, pushing into her hard, knocking her back slightly and watching her grip my knees behind her, her tits jutting out in front of her. I grip them in my hands, kneading them hard before releasing them and gripping the back of her legs.

“Don’t you ever shut up?” I demand, flipping her onto her back, holding her arms over her head with one hand while I grab hold of the headboard with the other.

I fuck her so ruthlessly, her eyes roll back into her head and her words are reduced to animalistic grunts.

She comes three times, screaming my name slurred with profanity before I follow suit and fill her with an angry growl.

We lie breathlessly against the mattress, naked and heaving as we take in the angry marks we’ve left on each other’s skin. We say nothing, both of us waiting for the sated feeling to creep in and then groaning simultaneously when it doesn’t.

I glance over at her, both of us panting as she shakes her head in confirmation.

“Fuck!” I hiss, sitting up beside her.

“I know,” she agrees, staring up at the ceiling. We say nothing for a long moment before finally, she sits up beside me and runs her hands over her face. “I have to pee.”

“Come on,” I tell her, reaching for her hand and pulling her up with me. “Ten minutes.”

“Okay,” she sighs, moving toward the door and slamming it shut as I stalk down the stairs for a drink.

I sulk as I drain the bottle, tossing it into the trash and grabbing two more before heading back upstairs.

This is bullshit.

Absolute fucking bullshit.

I slam the door to her bedroom shut, tossing her a bottle and watching her sip from it before setting it to the side. She wipes her lips clean of the excess with the back of her hand, swallowing hard when she sees me stalking back over.

We go again, but it’s no use and by the end of the day, we’re both crazier than we had been when we started.

I don’t fucking get it.

I took her from behind, I held her down and plowed into her while she writhed beneath me. I positioned her thighs over my face, tasting her while she swallowed my cock and I bent her over the edge of the bed, pulling her hair while I fucked her so hard, I was sure I’d split her tight little body in half.

She tore up my chest, clawing at me while she slammed down on top of me. She called me names, slapped me and nearly yanked my hair from the root.

I’m not sure either of us had ever been so angry, so desperate.

I’m not sure we’d ever been more turned on.

By the time we were finished using each other, we were completely spent and our window was closing fast.

Her pussy was swollen, her throat raw and both our bodies were spotted with bites and nail marks. I’ve never been more exhausted. I’d fucked my mortal enemy in almost every way I could imagine to get her off my mind, but it wasn’t enough.

I still want more.

I’d let it go. I’d swallow it in a minute if I thought it would help, but one look at her told me she felt the same way as I did. She was in just as much agony as I was trying to fight this, push away the inevitable that was us.

I didn’t want her, she didn’t want me, but none of that seemed to matter. Something was happening that neither one of us could deny. I was falling hard and fast for the one woman I couldn’t have. The one woman I swore I’d never let get under my skin. It was infuriating, my only comfort coming from the knowledge that she was just as miserable as I was, plummeting right along with me.

Plainly put, we were fucked in every sense of the word.

And we both knew it.