“What?” she whispered.
Lila’s legs quaked, and her whole body trembled, on the precipice of her orgasm. She slapped her hand over her mouth again, muffling her desperate moans, as they kept spilling from her lips. My head lowered to her chest, my lips hovering over her tit.
“I want to fuck you. Right here, right now,” I said, my voice throaty and husky. Goddamn it, I was about to spill in my jeans. My dick throbbed, practically weeping for a slice of heaven… and hell.
Her nipples poked through her crop top. The outline of the tight, hardened tip was tempting. My teeth grazed over the tiny nub through the thin layer before I nipped her, a sharp bite, as I rolled and tugged her clit between my thumb and forefinger.
“You can’t,” she cried out, as I dragged her release from her.
Lila threw her head back, her eyes closed. Her orgasm hit her, at the same time, my gaze found Lucien.
Perfect timing.
His face paled, a mask of shock and anger. His lips curled as he took a threatening step toward us. I cocked an eyebrow at him.
Lila came down from her high, and she gasped in alarm at the sight of Lucien standing there, watching us.
Frantically, she tried to push away from me. Not so fast, little dragon.
Gently pulling my fingers from Lila’s skirt, I brought my hand up to my lips. “Oh God…” Lila whispered in horror, as if she knew what I was about to do.
Little does Lila know…
She ignited a possessive need inside of me. Something fierce, something dangerous, something… wild.
Her juices and her sweet, musky scent coated my fingers, as I licked them clean, keeping my eyes on Lucien.
He paused, his chest expanding and his face darkening dangerously. Lila’s skirt was still bunched up to her hips, her thighs spread open for me, her panties obscenely tugged to the side. Her pussy was visible enough to Lucien, red and swollen from my fucking.
Fuck, I was going mad.
I wanted to smear my cum all over her pussy and have Lucien take a look, showing him what was mine and what he couldn’t have.
Lila tugged her skirt back in place, quickly patting down her hair. Her eyes lowered to the ground in embarrassment. Her legs shook, still weak from her orgasm, and she stumbled forward, before I wrapped an arm around her waist, anchoring her to my body.
I licked my lips, tasting the remnant of her pussy juices. “My apologies, Lucien. My girl and I got a little carried away. We’ll be finishing what we started in our room. If you’ll excuse us.”
Lila avoided looking at Lucien as we walked past him, but the moment we were out of his vicinity, she turned on me.
Her fist thumped against my chest, the action catching me so off guard that I ended up stumbling back a step. Shocked, my lips quirked up. Feisty, just like I liked it.
“You… are an asshole!”
Lila stalked away, her red heels clicking over the marble floor. She took the elevator, and still grinning, I took the stairs to the fourth floor. She was already in our master suite when I got there, pacing the length of it.
Her wild eyes met mine the second I walked through the door.
“That was completely unnecessary! What is wrong with you? You knew he was standing there, didn’t you? Huh, for how long?” Gone was soft and pliant Lila in my arms as she orgasmed. In her place was my favorite hellion. In that moment, I realized… Lila wasn’t fragile like a flower. She was fragile like a ticking bomb, and I just poked her.
“Maddox! I’m speaking to you. You can’t treat me… treat me like a paid whore. I’m not someone you just throw against the wall–”
“…and fuck?”
Lila sputtered, her cheeks flushing red.
I tugged my shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor, stalking forward. “Let us get one thing clear. As long as you’re mine, I will take you wherever I want and however I want.”
She stabbed me in the chest with her finger. Lila was a midget, but damn, she had a temper and the attitude of a fiery dragon. “You will treat me with respect, Maddox.”
I arched an eyebrow at her. “I will treat you with respect, yes. A perfect gentleman. I’ll open the doors for you, I’ll bring you your favorite mint-chocolate chip muffin, and I’ll even hold your hand. I might even give you some dead roses. See? Perfect gentleman.”
I bent down, my face hovering over hers. Her breath seized in her throat at my next words. “But I’ll also bend you over and fuck you however I want, because I love seeing you trying to deny how wet I make you. I’ll treat you like a princess, but I’ll fuck you like an animal and like the dirty pervert I am, because you like it.”
Her eyes narrowed with rage, but she kept her face deceptively calm. Taking a deep breath, she took a seat on the couch, crossing her lithe legs. I followed her, standing close, so she had to nudge her chin high to stare up at me through her thick lashes. What a perfect position. This put her mouth right over my crotch.
Lila’s eyes lingered over my torso for a second longer, before her gaze collided with mine once again. “Do you speak with all the girls like this? Do your conquests appreciate this… this crassness?”
“What do you think?” I asked, low and quiet.
“I think you’re absolutely despicable.”
“Oh yeah, I’ve been called that a few times.”
“Oh, when? After leaving a massive line of sobbing, heartbroken girls?”
I clucked my tongue at her, as she goaded me. My hand cupped her face, and I rubbed my thumb over her parted, wet lips, smudging her lipstick. “You know me so well.”
“This is why you never had a girlfriend! You obviously don’t know how to tone down your asshole-ness!” She hissed, exasperated.
“Keep talking, Garcia. It’s tempting me to throw you over my knee to show you exactly why they call me despicable.”
Lila blinked, her face paling in shock. “Did you just threaten to spank me…?”
“I promised to spank you and fuck you. Go ahead, keep being a mouthy little thing.” My hoarse voice seemed to drive her even more wild.
“Is this something you do with your other…fuck buddies, too?” she sneered.
Ah, so little Miss Lila was, in fact, territorial.
Jealousy didn’t only run through my veins, but it was very apparent in hers. I knew it, and I was goading her, waiting for her reaction.
When I only smirked, she was miffed.
“Asshole.”
My lips twitched. “Brat.”
Lila let out a shocked gasp, and I stifled a laugh. We’ve been best friends for four years; I knew exactly how to push all her buttons.
“Did you just call me a brat?” Yes, I did. Especially after that stunt she pulled at the bar. Daring me to dance with Blondie when she damn well knew she was the only woman I wanted in my arms.
“Would you rather I call you a bitch?”
Outraged, she jumped to her feet and leveled me with a glare that would have had anyone quaking in fear. Me? Angry Lila just made my dick hard.
I could think of sixty-nine ways to fuck the anger out of her system, until she was a pretty mess under me.
“Why are we doing this?” she growled, fire burning in her dark eyes. Goddamn it, she was a tempting goddess. So tempting. So beautiful. Mine.
And I wanted to put her over my knees and tan her ass red for being so goddamn stubborn.