I used my body to back her against the bathroom wall, pinning her wrists down on either side of her.
“You have a super original method for handling women,” she quipped.
I couldn’t stop myself from laughing in her face. What the fuck was wrong with this girl? Either the people we killed were Academy Award winning actors who willingly pissed their pants in fear, or she was a little more off than I thought. No one had the balls to be this brazen.
Maybe she was psychotic. I liked that.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed.
The tip of her tongue darted out and she licked her lips. I tracked the movement like a goddamn wolf stalking a deer.
Using my knee, I nudged her legs apart and moved her wrists upward, forcing her to make a T, inadvertently lifting the shirt she chose to wear. A dead man’s shirt—she turned a dead man’s shirt into a dress.
I had to look down to see it because of how much smaller than me she was. Everything about her was tiny, exactly like a fucking pixie. And she wasn’t wearing any fuckin underwear.
Her bare pussy was right on top of my denim clad knee. As if realizing the same thing, the faintest little gasp slipped through her lips and sent blood rushing to the tip of my cock. I studied her pinched features and grinned.
“You like that, don’t you? Cause if you like that, you’re going to love the way I fuck.”
“You know, men who lack balls and need to compensate for their tiny dicks always have the biggest egos.”
“Is that a challenge? Do you want to find out what I can do to you? Because I’m happy to oblige but I promise, baby, you’ll never be the same after I’m done.” I gave her a devilish grin and made sure she felt my dick against her lower stomach.
“I’ll fuck you hard enough to rip you apart and I’ll keep fucking you until the base of my dick is covered in your blood.”
Her pretty pink lips parted and she tried to twist away. I pressed into her a little more.
“I’ll fuck you so hard Jesus Christ will make his second coming before I make my first.”
She immediately responded to my words. Her knees fell farther apart and she licked her bitable lips again, making a sexy growling sound in her throat as I brought my mouth just close enough to skim over hers.
She nipped at my bottom lip, making me chuckle.
Switching her wrists to one hand, I brought the other up and roughly cupped her jaw, forcing her mouth open and slipping my tongue inside. Our eyes remained wide open and locked together.
She gave me a stormy, heated glare that went straight to my dick and began to kiss me back, shocking the shit out of me. Smiling against her mouth, I recovered and amped up the intensity, watching her work to match it as if she’d never done this before.
The sensual groan that spilled from her mouth had common sense trying to evade me. This crazy fucking bitch had a taste that overwhelmed me. She tasted like every immoral thought I’d ever had.
When I felt her tense up against me, I had to force myself to let go and step back. Her chest rose and fell but she kept her breathing quiet, rolling her lips together.
For a second, she looked up at me with confusion before her expression changed to one that was equally terrified and aroused.
I knew that if I placed my hand between her legs, I would find her pussy wet. Being a gentleman wasn’t my forte. Part of me wanted to wrap her legs around my waist and force my dick inside her just to feel her tremble in fear from the inside out, to hear her beg, to scream at me to stop.
As I looked at her face, I knew. I knew someone had done something to her, just as I knew she would be mine. The beast inside me reared his fucking head and set a claim on her without my permission.
I wanted to know the name and location of every motherfucker who had hurt her so I could take him or her apart piece by slow, agonizing piece.
I only kept my composure because this wasn’t the time to fuck her against the wall and make her tell me everything I wanted to know.
Turns out that wasn’t mutual.
The little minx launched herself at me. One second she was staring at me with hatred, and the next, her hands were on my face and her mouth was back on mine.
I had my tongue shoved down her throat before I knew what the fuck was happening. She was stretching up to reach me and I knew it had to hurt. Grabbing two handfuls of ass, I wrapped her legs around my waist and she clung to my neck like it was a lifeline.
She pulled away and looked me dead in the eye, and said the two words I knew all too well. “Fuck me.”
Maybe I should have warned her about what she was asking for. It would have been kinder to mention what my true intentions were, but that would have been the right thing to do, and I wasn’t a do-the-right thing kind of person.