12
MICHAEL
“Y ou’re a vengeful kitten,” I seethed at her.
“What are you talking about?” She asked innocently.
“Ohhh, you like to play the victim don’t you?”
“I have no clue what you are accusing me of, Mr. Knight. So if you’ll excuse me.”
She went to leave, and I grabbed her arm, swinging her back to face me. “I didn’t think you would pay me back like this.”
“First of all, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t play games, Mr. Knight. But then again you seem to like them.” She took a step closer to me, bringing herself up toe to toe with me. She was cute as she looked up at me, trying to match my stance, but I was a good foot taller than her.
“So you had nothing to do with those pictures?”
She lifted an eyebrow and when she looked at me she gave me a shrug and a look that said she didn’t give a shit. Man, she liked to press my buttons.
“I told you not to fuck with me.”
“Oh, I haven’t even begun to fuck with you,” I growled, quickly closing the space between us.
“You think that because you have free range to my work you can do whatever you want with it?”
She smiled at me, those soft brown eyes now cold and wicked. I’d pressed her buttons and the look she gave me made me aware that she had, had enough. She made my cock hard, and all that came to mind was chaining her up and whipping that sweet ass of hers until it was shining a bright crimson.
“And you think you can touch me and not pay the price?”
Ohhh, she was a vixen. A sweet seducing vixen. I wanted to strangle her and kiss her simultaneously. Maybe I’d do that while I fucked her. Cut off her screams as my cock took what it wanted, my fingers wrapped around her throat as her pussy sucked me in.
“Oh no, one of us is going to pay,” I seethed as I started to walk her further back into my office.
“I saw you! I saw you,” her hoarse whisper tore through me.
I stopped in my tracks and kept my eyes on her. I knew what she was hinting at, but I wanted her to confess to what she’d done.
“What did you see?”
“She had your lips on yours! You got your kicks off with me and went on to another.” She looked repulsed, “You’re disgusting.”
Her aversion to me hit me like a slap in the face, and the anger started to simmer. “You saw nothing!”
“Liar!”
“You assumed things and you didn’t even ask me what happened!”
“I saw it with my own two eyes! I was there!” She raised her voice, the anger shining through. “I was there, Michael. I saw you,” her voice lowered to a soft whisper and as it cracked my heart cracked with it.
I’d hurt her.
“I hate you.”
I narrowed my eyes on her. I abhorred those words coming from her lips and rage flooded through me.
“I hate you more,” I roared. “I hate you with every fiber in my being!”
Lies. All my body ever did was vibrate when she was near. She lit my mind up with sinful images and storylines for my readers to take to bed.
Fuck, she was heat personified.
“Hate me! I want you to hate me, Michael. I’m not afraid of you!”
Her eyes widened as her back suddenly slammed against the wall. I had her cornered in my office. I was itching to see her squirm. In any way possible.
“I’m going to fuck the hate right out of you, Beautiful. It doesn’t look good on you anyway.”
She stared back at me, her eyes wide, her lips held in a pursed in a delectable little angry pout. God, she was cute.
“You deserve a spanking for what you did.”
She let out a sultry laugh and met my eyes, a challenge held in hers. “I dare you.”
My fists clenched and my desire peaked. “Careful now, Goddess. I might just acquiesce to your request.”
“You put one hand on me…”
“And what? You’ll cry out for me? Cum for me?”
She gasped as I took another step toward her, engulfing her in my presence. “Will you beg for me? That needy little cunt begging for my cock like it did the other night.”
I pressed her up against the wall of my office, loving the feel of her. She smelled sweet, that soft citrusy smell that had me picturing her sprawled out naked in an orange grove, ready for me to devour. Her plush breasts pressed against my chest seductively and I wanted to feel them molded to my bare flesh.
“Never,” she breathed as her hands slid up my chest. Her words saying one thing, her body another.
“Revenge? Is that how you pay me back for making you cum so good.”
“Fuck you!” she hissed like a good kitty, her fury only made her look even more tempting. I wanted to tame her wild side, by impaling her on my dick.
“I can definitely make that happen,” I pressed my thigh in between hers so she was now straddling me.
She shook her head, shoving at my chest. “Get away from me!”
“So fucking childish, you are.”
“And you, you’re the worst kind of man.”
“Yeah? Why? Because I stir your blood, make you nice and hot. There’s no need to live in denial anymore, Sugar. You already confessed.”
I stroked her pretty cheek and she turned her face away from me. The slight rejection hurt. A sharp sting that made me want to soothe her, let her know I’d never hurt her.
“I’ll never force you, Beautiful.”
Her eyes wavered slightly, and she stopped struggling. “I don’t want you,” she whispered as her hands continued to stroke my chest. Her eyes drifted to my lips as her mouth spilled her lies. She wanted me in every way possible and I loved that she kept denying it. It made the chase so much sweeter.
I let my fingers slide down the crevice in her neck, playing along with the soft silk of her shirt.
“Liar,” I growled just before capturing her lips.
She was soft, pliant, and she tasted as sweet as strawberries. The woman was driving me fucking crazy. I wanted to slam my head against the dashboard and at the same time I wanted to go jack off remembering the taste of her sweet pussy.
“Fuck,” I groaned pulling back as she whimpered against my lips.
Pressing my forehead to hers, I softly caressed her lips, the need to kiss her coursing through me. “I don’t do relationships, Sugar.”
“So you’ve told me,” she breathed. Fire in her eyes.
“But I can’t keep away from you.”
“You’re a confused little boy.” She shoved me back and as she walked past me I lunged for her, hugging her to me. Confused or not, I liked the way she felt in my arms.
“Don’t go,” I uttered as I breathed in the lavender scent of her hair.
She struggled out of my grasp only to slam back against my desk. I prowled, hot on her heels. “I don’t need to babysit little boys. I need a man.”
I growled, my blood heating. “Keep question my manhood, Baby Girl,” I warned.
She smirked, her eyes sizing me up. “If you are, maybe you should act like one every once in a while.”
I grabbed at her, she pushed my buttons like no other woman ever had. “You want me to be a man, or do you want me to be your man?”
“You could never be my man,” she seethed against my lips and I swear to God, I couldn’t help myself.
This woman had heated up my blood and I wanted to slam her down on my desk and show just how much of a man I could be.
Wrapping my hands around her waist I tugged her into me. I fucking loved the way her curvy body fit against my hard one. “Talk to me my hot Latina. Tell me what I do to that needy pussy of yours. Tell me what your inner slut wants me to do to it,” I growled against her neck, my hands squeezing and roaming her thighs and plush ass.
“Fucking tell me,” I demanded as I turned her around, my hands gripping her skirt and slowly sliding it up over her hips. I looked down and groaned as I admired her plush ass. Pressing my bulge against her, I let my hands roam along her round curves, a red thong hidden snugly between the pretty cheeks. I stroked her flesh loving how her body squirmed for me. I wanted to entice her, to tease.
She struggled against me, trying to push back but I pressed her hips forward, holding her still.
“Please, Michael. Don’t!”
The urgency in her voice made me stop for a moment. She sounded like she was in pain, but that wasn’t the type of pain I liked to inflict. Hugging her tightly to me I pressed my lips to her ear. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Please don’t look at me. I beg you.” Her voice trembled as she spoke.
I frowned and paused for a moment. There was more to this, to her, that she wasn’t telling me. I tilted her face toward mine, her eyes showing me her pain. “What is it, Baby Girl?”
“I’ve been hurt before, Michael. My scars run deeper than the ones on my flesh.”
I squeezed her to me and even through my anger I still wanted to protect her.
“I told you before, Sugar. I’m not planning on hurting you.”
“That’s what you say now, but you haven’t seen them.”
“Let me,” I whispered, and she tensed in my arms.
This wasn’t something easy for her and I didn’t want to push her, but I needed to show her that I didn’t care.
“You’ll walk away, I know you will,” she whimpered as I ran my hands around her waist.
“I’m not the type to run away, Beautiful.
As I slid down behind her, I rubbed her thighs in a soothing motion. Down on my knees, I took her in, my hands squeezing her pretty white cheeks, tracing the curves of them until I came to her scar. It was deep and looked vicious, and it delved into the crevice of her pretty ass.
She struggled against me. “Michael, God! Please, don’t!”
Getting away from me was not an option tonight. This woman meant more to me than that. She didn’t want me to look at her, she didn’t want me touching her, but I wasn’t going to let her go until I showed her just how much these scars didn’t mean a thing. That she meant more than this.
“So fucking beautiful,” I growled as I traced the scar with my finger, bending down and softly kissing her there. “Does it hurt, Sugar?”
“N-no. Not anymore.” She trembled as I bit her flesh, her fingers gripping the desk until her white knuckles shown.
“Has anyone touched you like this?”
“No,” she sobbed softly.
“Do you like it? Do you enjoy my hands on you? My lips?” I kissed her softly and she breathed a soft yes.
“Good!” I smacked her cheek hard, feeling satisfaction as my hand imprinted on her flesh.
Her moan made the beast in me stir. I gripped her long brown hair in my fist and yanked her head back. “You deserve a spanking and you’re not going to get out of it,” I breathed as my hand came down on her and she moaned for me again. Her ass swaying back and forth against the bulge in my pants.
Pulling her up against my chest I let my hand wander down to her swollen mound. “Tell me you want this, baby. You wanted me to be your knight in shining armor? Well, here I am.” I spanked her hard loving how her ass jiggled from the impact, her whimpers driving me mad with lust.
“Now tell me how I can satisfy this juicy little cunt of yours.”
“Jesus,” she moaned as I sucked on her neck, my fingers diving into the seam of her thong.
“You drive me crazy,” I growled as my fingers played with her silky nether lips. Lightly grazing them, stroking their juicy contours, enjoying how her hips moved and her ass pressed back into me.
Her whimper made my cock ache. “So fucking tempting, you are. You think a scar will stop me, you’re so fucking wrong!”
She yelped as I swiveled her around and shoved her back onto the desk, her skirt lifting as I spread her legs. Oh, she struggled, kicking at me as I ripped off her pretty red panties. She also tried clawing her nails across my neck as I ducked down between her thighs. I grabbed at her hands, slipping my fingers through hers and held them still as I took my time admiring her pretty pussy. Pressing my nose against it, I smelled her delectable bare mound.
“Fuck, pretty girl. You smell even better up close.”
Her hips raised up trying to throw me off, but she never said no. She liked the fight, she loved turning me into a beast and then being held down by him. And I didn’t deny that I fucking loved the heated struggle. Finally tasting her made us both groan in need. My cock stretched in my pants, nearly busting out of the seams. But I couldn’t stop now. My temptress was whimpering above me. Her struggles forgotten as she spread her thighs for me. Her fingers now gripping my hair instead of clawing at my neck. Those curvy hips of hers lifted, now offering herself to my mouth instead of trying to get free.
Fuck, how I loved to seduce her. To drive her wild just like she did me. She was going to be my biggest triumph, and I her greatest defeat.
Fuck, she tasted like oranges and musky woman. I let her juices coat my tongue as I flattened it against her, running it along her slit and down to her dirty little hole. Spreading her wider, I kissed at her scars, those that made her even more beautiful in my eyes.
“Michael!” She yelled out my name in a passionate chant that had my dick twitching and throbbing for her.
But this wasn’t about me. It was about breaking this sweet, fiery woman. It was about taking what belonged to me and teaching her a lesson. As much as she wanted to fight it, the fiery temptress was hot for me. Her blood heated at my touch, our bodies hummed alongside each other. When I finally took her, it was going to be because she begged me for it.
Fuck, how I wanted to hear her beg.
My name falling from her lips was like sweet music to my ears. There was nothing fucking better than listening to the woman you crave, crave you back. I flicked at her clit and she jerked on my desk, her curves dancing erotically as I gave her all the pleasure in the world. But I needed her to know that as much as I could give, I could also take away.
“Nnngh, God. Michael,” her breaths hitched and held as I flicked at her clit teasingly. My hands squeezing her thighs and dragging her closer so that I could devour her.
I could feel her leg tremble as I lapped upwards along the wet silkiness of her pussy. I found her g-spot last time, but this…this was new and fucking sexy as fuck.
She shouted out, her body arching back as my tongue continue a slow hypnotic upward motion. Her hands rubbed against my hair and her hips pumped up and down as I made out with her sweet labia. Suckling on her had her unraveling quickly. I groaned and hummed knowing the vibrations would drive her insane. And sure enough, my fiery temptress was going to come undone for me. Her tits bouncing in their confines, her tummy dipping from the force of the oncoming pleasure. She gripped onto me just like I wanted her to, tight, not letting go.
She was so fucking perfectly dirty, holding me pressed to her core as she rubbed that pussy all along my tongue and face. Fuck, I wanted to soak myself in her scent. She shook violently as I jerked back out of her grip, leaving her wanting.
“Michael, please,” she sobbed as she reached for me.
“I told you, you’d beg Sugar. I raised my hand and came down on that pretty pussy.” She cried out as I smacked her.
“Michael!”
“I knew you’d beg,” I growled and spanked at it again. The fact that she’d broken my trust, that she hadn’t asked me, it just made me see red as I spanked her again.
She groaned and lifted her hips. She was aching for my cock, my tongue, my touch, but I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted. Leaving her spread open I watched as her cunt clenched and unclenched needing to be soothed.
“You need my cock, baby?”
“Please,” the sound of her desire only triggered my anger and I spanked her clit again.
“Fuck! Please, Michael!” She reached for me again and I stood up and stepped out of reach.
She sat up and stared at me. “You wouldn’t dare?”
“Watch me,” I glared down at her, the sweet taste of her pussy still on my lips.
“I’ll never forgive you for this!” She was heated and fucking beautiful. Her eyes were death glares and I knew I was going to pay for this later, but there was no way I was going to bring her any satisfaction after what she’d done to me.
“You know your way out, Miss Montes.”
I grabbed my jacket and draped it over my arm. Taking my keys, I winked at her and left her there. Her skirt bunched up above her waist, her breasts heaving, her cheeks flushed and the look in her eye that told me there was no way I was getting away with this. And man did I hope she wouldn’t let me get away.
Fuck, I didn’t want to let her go in the first place. The realization hit me hard and I closed my eyes remembering those sultry pleas. As much as she denied it, she had loved every second of our heated moment. She was so fucking perfect. A tempting spitfire that had my loins aching for her. I decided a long time ago that I wasn't going to do this again. that I wasn't going to fall for one woman ever again.
So why the fuck was this woman tugging so hard at my heart?
How was it that she got in?
And how the fuck was I going to get her out?