He snorted derisively, his other hand pinning me against the wall, locking me in.
“I couldn’t give a shit who you fuck, princess.” He leaned in until his mouth was barely an inch from mine. “How many times do I have to tell you? You do nothing for me.”
“Really?” I lifted an eyebrow, my hands staying at my sides as my phantom ones glided down his chest under his clothes, tracing down his insanely ripped abs until I reached his deep V-line. His muscles flexed and tightened under my touch, his dick pushing against the fabric of his pants.
“Yeah, seems like I disgust you.”
“Stop.” He growled, anger bursting off him.
“Make me,” I challenged, my imaginary thumb skimming over the head of his cock, able to feel the pre-cum, warm on my fingertips. I sucked in, feeling the heat throbbing from him, the softness of his skin. The pad of my finger traced up the pulsing vein along his cock, causing it to twitch and grow harder. Desire flooded through me, hitching my breath, the game flipping on me. I was supposed to be toying with him, but need hardened my nipples and strummed between my legs like a heartbeat.
He inhaled sharply. “Kovacs.” He rumbled under his breath, full of warning, but he didn’t make one move or block my touch. “I. Said. Stop.”
“And I said make me.” Without moving, my invisible hands wrapped around him, a groan heaving from his chest. My mind kept reminding me he had a family, to do the right thing, but I couldn’t seem to care.
My spine pinned to the wall, I stared defiantly at him while I reached through our link.
He jerked as my phantom tongue traced up his dick, following the vein, feeling it pulse. A low growl rose in his chest as I tasted the top of him, saltiness exploding on my actual tongue.
“Fuucck.” His hands rolled into fists by my head, his voice gravelly.
“Why are you here? Why come all this way to find me?” I asked while the other me licked up the other side of his cock, playing with him. “Why bother? You feel nothing for me, right?”
He snarled, his shoulders rolling, his muscles trying to lock down and not respond to what I was doing.
Inside my head, I dug my nails into his ass, pulling him in, my lips sliding over him, taking him into my mouth.
“Fuuuuuuucck.” A huff pulled from his nose, his chest heaving for air, his teeth grinding together. “Ko-vacs.”
“I saw you with them.” While I spoke, I could still feel him in my mouth, feel every pulse of his massive size. Wetness seeped from me, need crashing through every nerve, spinning my head. Which only pissed me off. I was supposed to be in control.
“You have a family—a son,” I sneered, anger climbing into my bones. “So why do you care what happens to me or come all this way to find me? I don’t take anyone’s seconds.”
“Coming from the girl whose mouth is wrapped around my cock right now.” His hand dug into the back of my head, yanking it back roughly, spiking pain and pleasure, his other hand squeezing around my throat.
“I’m not doing a thing,” I taunted, using the excuse he used on me while I sucked him harder, a guttural noise coming up his throat. “I’m just standing here.”
“Really?” His fingers dug into my throat. He thrust his hips forward with a grunt, his ghost fingers pushing my head down crudely, forcing more of his massive size down my throat. Even in my mind, I could feel myself choke, my eyes watering, not able to take it all. I cut the link, fury wrinkling my nose.
A malicious smirk hinted on his mouth, knowing he won. “You can’t have my dick down your throat and take the morally superior ground. It’s not a good look for you. I know you, Kovacs, you are twisted and fucked up; stop pretending to be a good girl. We both know you’re not.”
“Fuck you,” I growled, wiggling against his hold.
“You wouldn’t recover from it.”
“Get the hell off me.” I shoved at his chest, not moving him an inch.
“Be honest. Me having a family wouldn’t stop you from fucking me right now.”
The admittance of who they were slashed across me like a knife.
He has a child. A woman he loves? Gods, Brex, what are you doing?
Recalling the fight at the train station, using his energy, I slammed my palms into his chest. With the sensation of him gliding through, licking at my nerves and pumping my muscles with adrenaline, I turned it back on him. His body stumbled back, colliding with a wall.
Not hesitating, I darted for the door, my hand touching the metal knob.
A strangled cry rose from my throat, his arms sweeping around my waist, my body flung back, crashing onto the mattress.
“Fucking hell!” Warwick climbed over me, pinning my arms to the bed, the small bed groaning under our weight. “You are the most infuriating person I’ve ever met.”
“Back at you!” I thrashed against his hold as he was forced to put more of his weight on me. “Get off me!”
“Stop moving.” He groaned, pressing me down harder. “Like I’m not already hard enough.”
“Good! Hope it breaks off.” I continued to squirm and fight him, the weight of him heaving my chest, his erection rubbing against me, driving my teeth into my bottom lip. “Probably the only thing your mate actually likes about you.”
“You want to hear about how I make my mate scream?” He stressed the word, making me flinch as if I had been lashed. It was torture, pain, but I also couldn’t hide the fact it seemed to turn me on. What the hell is wrong with me? “Want to know how hard and good I fuck her?” He ground into me, my lashes fluttering, my cheeks flushing with need. His hands were locked on my wrists, but I also could feel fingers trail down my throat, brushing over my nipples. Teeth nipped at my inner thigh, a tongue dragging up, stopping right at my folds.
A groan stuck in my throat, my hips widening without my permission.
Aching.
Desperate.
“How feral she gets when I lick her pussy?” The sensation of his tongue sliding through me rolled my eyes back, making me feel every bit the wild animal he was describing.
“How her pussy clenches around my dick, her body twitching, screaming like a banshee as she comes...”
Against my will, my mouth parted, my lungs dragging in air.
“You want that, Kovacs?”
Fuck yes.
“No.” I snarled. “You might have no morals or care about your family, but I respect myself more than that.”
“You’re a fucking liar.” He snorted, his hips moving as he dragged over me. It was as if I could feel him bare, his cock sliding through me. My back arched, responding with painful desire as I pushed up to meet him, showing what a pathetic hypocrite I was. “You don’t give a shit about morals; you are as dark and depraved as me. You just haven’t admitted it to yourself yet.”
The feel of his tongue sliced deep inside me. Oh. Gods.
“Please...” I begged, not knowing which I was begging for—to stop or keep going.
He growled, rolling into me again, shredding a violent shiver down my spine.
Doing nothing more than pinning me to the bed and rolling his hips into me fully clothed, I felt consumed. Every nerve burned; every inch of my skin pulsed. He incinerated me inside and out. He was everywhere. Stealing my mind, body, and soul.