“Bazmeg,” he groaned, tipping to the side, his hand clutching his balls. Scrambling out from under him, he grabbed my leg, trying to yank me down.
Kicking, I wiggled the boot off my foot, freeing me from his grasp. Tossing my shoe, he jumped up, barreling for me. I didn’t even try to shift out of his way. Fury galloped on my shoulders, needing to be released.
I wanted this fight.
Adrenaline and wrath pumped in my veins. My punch dug into his throat. Warwick’s mouth curled up into a malicious grin, his hands wrapping around my arms, slamming me back into the door. My head whacked into the wood, spurring flames up my spine. His body pressed into mine, forcing my hips to widen, to feel him. Hard and hot, his cock throbbed against my abdomen, heating my bones with violent ire and desperate need.
“I can feel you, Kovacs.” He pressed into me harder, blood dripping down his chin from his lip. I ignored the urge to lick it, turning my head away. “Fighting the need to either fuck me or kill me.” He rolled into me, my pussy pulsing, begging to feel him.
And he knew it.
My rage escalated.
“I choose the latter,” I hissed, my head swinging forward, cracking into his nose.
Stumbling back with a grunt, his hands going to his face, noticing the fresh blood pouring from it. He looked at me, his eyes darkening, his chest heaving before he came back for me.
This time, I ducked, darting out of his reach.
The ghost of his touch circled around me, grazing my skin, pushing in toward my soul. My feet faltered, and my lids fluttered with the most intense ecstasy. The most unbelievable agony.
I couldn’t find the difference between them, mixing and blending into the same intensity.
It was like setting the rawest nerve on fire.
Vicious.
Intimate.
Invasive.
There was nowhere I could hide. He touched every cell, consumed every part of me. The sensation was so deep and acute I no longer felt attached to my body. Just one second and a groan already burst from my lips, my body heaving and pulsing with an impending orgasm. But I knew it would be nothing like a normal orgasm. Nothing was ever normal when it came to us.
This would claim every molecule, own me, drown me. Keep me prisoner.
Fuck no.
Blinding rage burned through me. The monster unleashed. “Get the fuck out!” I snarled and spit.
“Can give it, but can’t take it, princess?” He stood opposite of me, but his presence scraped up my neck. Reminding me when I had done it to him.
I snarled and barreled for him. He tried to grab for me, but my hands flayed, smacking him hard in the chest. “Asshole!” I sneered. “You betraying, narcissistic, vindictive bastard!”
“I’m all of those things and then some.” He swung back, clipping my chin as I twisted out of his reach. I tasted blood, felt the bruise ballooning on my jaw. Energy sang in my veins, turning me more animalistic. Keeping low, I kicked my one booted foot into the side of his knee. He caught it as it landed, ripping that one off too, tossing it to the floor.
Whirling, my leg struck his hip, knocking him into the nightstand, the lamp crashing to the floor, shattering into pieces.
“You’re spineless!”
“Spineless?” He snorted, standing up, his chest puffed, his teeth showing.
“You let those men ride away,” I jeered, brushing my hair out of my face. “The notorious Wolf, the legend, is nothing but a coward!”
“You really want to call me that?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, am I not bowing at your feet like all the whores here?” I spat, my fury riding over everything I felt and said. “Maybe you should get Rosie back in here; I’m sure she’ll suck on your massive ego.” I nodded to his cock.
“Jealous, Kovacs?”
“Why would I be?” I taunted. “I have a whole fan club to pick from, remember? You weren’t the only one enjoying someone else’s company earlier.”
His aqua eyes went almost black, his shoulders expanding, something snapping in him. The deadly warrior vaulted to the surface. He prowled toward me with lethal precision. My body filled with adrenaline, heating my skin and tightening my nipples.
Yanking out the knife in my belt harness, I craved the moment he was close enough for me to strike. I needed his pain... his blood. He twisted away from the knife while his hand tried to knock it out of my grip. Twirling, I pounced back for him, the tip of the blade cutting his side, ripping his shirt open, and slicing through to his flesh. His nose flared as blood soaked into the fabric, glistening off the dim light from the above.
“Think I won’t actually kill you?” A growl emanated from him.
“You had your shot.” I countered his step to me. “I told you. Don’t ever threaten me again unless you’re looking to be gutted.”
“Just try, princess.”
“You think I can’t?” My lip curled. “I may be the only one who can. You are standing here now because of me.”
Fury rose off his features, the truth of my statement smacking him in the face.
He bared his teeth, which was the only warning I got. My legs started to move. He jumped for me too fast to get out of his way in the small room. His massive form collided with mine. Thrashing, I slipped enough from his grip, angling for the door.
His fingers wrapped through my long hair, yanking me forcibly back into him. A cry cracked at my throat, heat spreading through me, pulsing my thighs.
I slammed my elbow into his stomach, his grip loosening. I didn’t hesitate. Pulling free, I twisted back to him, my knife slashing across his chest.
As if the blood and pain brought him even further to life, he filled the chamber with his roar. Fury and strength exploded in the space.
Clutching my arms, he flung me back onto the dresser. My shoulder hit the mirror, knocking it to the ground with a shatter. Everything on the table followed behind, tumbling across the wooden floor with a crash.
A large hand seized my throat, jamming me back into the wood. His frame pushed between my legs, capturing the hand with the blade against the wall. I couldn’t move.
“You know what I think?” His face got within an inch from mine. “This has nothing to do with the journal or me trading you to Killian.”
Glowering at him, my chest radiated with hate, my legs and arms trying to pry away from his hold.
“You would have traded me without thought to Killian to save those you love.” He squeezed my throat harder. “You know what you’re really mad about?” Pinching the nerve in my wrist, he forced me to loosen my hold on the dagger, retrieving it the moment it slipped free. Red liquid painted the tip of it as he brought it up, just below his other hand at my throat.
“What really angers you is the thought of my dick being anywhere else but in you.” Warwick dragged the blade down my neck, nicking my skin. His mouth was a breath from mine, a snarl on his lips.
My chest heaved, wetness seeping from me as the pain from the blade cut through my flesh, our blood mixing on the edge.
“Admit it, Kovacs. The idea of any other person fucking me... my dick so deep inside them... coated in them...”
I tried not to react, but my breath hitched at his claim.
“Fucking their pussy so hard.” His thumb pushed into my throat, and a buzz of adrenaline went through my bones. The knife cut through my shirt, nicking my sternum. My breasts heaved as the fabric parted away, the coolness of the room soaking into my bare skin. Blood trailed down, catching on the thin sports bra, which covered nothing. He trailed the flat of the blade over my peaked nipples, making them harder.