“Not so sweet are you, princess? I know how rough you like it. How wet this makes you,” his voice whispered into my ear without a word said out loud.
Wrath.
Lust.
Hatred.
Passion.
Every emotion consumed me, my spine arching into his touch, my brain shutting down to logic. It only desired. Craved.
He regripped my throat, yanking me forward, his teeth baring. “I warned you who I was. I’m not the dog you can put a leash on. I fuck who I want, whenever I want.”
The knife cutting through my skin was nothing.
His words cleared my head. Brought the pain and loathing to the surface with sharp clarity. Without thinking, I pulled the strength from him, my hand shoving powerfully against his chest, as my leg came up, slamming into his torso.
Warwick sailed back, thudding loudly to the floor, the blade tumbling from his fingers. Jumping down, I scrambled for it. Just inches away from retrieving it, fingers clutched onto the hem of my pants, yanking them so hard, they slipped off my narrow hips, tangling up my legs. Tripping, I slammed against the floorboards, my nose smacking into the wood. He pulled me back farther, climbing past me, going for the dagger.
A growl came from me. Rage and adrenaline cutting the pain and dictating my movements. Kicking out of my pants, I clambered up, running into him at full speed as he leaned over to reclaim the weapon.
He stumbled, colliding into the wall, shaking the house. A framed picture crashed down, adding to the debris on the floor. He righted himself, his arm whirling back for me so fast I had no time to respond. Stars burst behind my lids at the impact, which flung me back onto the bed.
His body moved over mine, blood dripping from his nose, lip, and torso. A snarl curled his mouth as he straddled me, the blade in his hand.
“Get the hell off of me.” I scowled, wiggling under his hold, his clothes rubbing my bare skin. “Don’t you have a group of whores to go fuck?”
“You want to watch?”
“Fuck off!” Again, I pushed past his layers, siphoning his strength, trying to use it against him.
“Stop!” He barked, his expression twisting with wild rage. Seizing my arms, he yanked me up to standing, our feet on the bed, before he twisted, slamming me into the wall over the headboard. Fervor shot up my veins, soaking my knickers.
Feral, his form enveloped me, our bloody chests heaving together as he shoved me harder into the wall. His hips pinned me, again letting me feel his heavy erection through his pants. Fury billowed off him, his glare pointed at me.
“I cautioned you about who I was,” he snarled, my bones groaning under his hold. “But maybe you should have been the one to warn me.” He vibrated with anger, his aqua eyes glowing. Accusing. Blaming. “That once I met you,” he sliced the blade through my sports bra, my tits spilling free, a gasp coming from me as the cool air slithered around them. “Knew what it felt like to be inside you.” He ripped what was left of the shirt and bra from my body. “To be fucking near you... I’d become worse than a leashed dog.” He regripped the dagger, pushing the tip into the soft spot at the base of my neck, a trail of blood sliding down between my breasts.
He throbbed harder against me, scorching every nerve into a painful desire.
“A leashed dog doesn’t have a choice but to follow and obey.”
“So, you fuck my one friend here to hurt me? Put me in my place? Get me to hate you?” I hissed through my teeth, abhorrence rattling my frame, wanting nothing more than to sink the knife into his heart. “You won. I do.”
“I fucking hate you too.” He huffed through his nose, his lips twisting barely a hair from mine. “Because you have me trained and salivating. You have possessed me. My cock suddenly craves just your pussy... only wants you.” He rammed his hips into me. This wasn’t some sweet declaration of his feelings. This was resentment and anger. “I didn’t touch anyone last night. I couldn’t. I kicked them out almost the moment they entered. You have fucked with my head.”
His admission punched through my lungs, halting my breath. He didn’t sleep with Rosie... or any of them?
Relief fluttered at my heart. Shame filled me over how I acted to Rosie. Then it flipped to rage. He let me believe he slept with them. He wanted to hurt me. Wanted me to turn away to make it easier for him.
“You bastard.” I tried to shove him away.
“I am.” He grinned callously, holding me easily in place. “And I would have slaughtered the Hounds in a blink if I thought I could do it without one of them shooting you.” He ground into me harder, my spine grating into the wall, the burn sparking need through me. I could feel the bed next door knocking against me with a steady rhythm, their groans soaking into the air, twisting the tension higher. “If you think I wouldn’t choose your life over a fucking diary...” The blade dropped from his hand to the bed. He seized my thighs, lifting me off my feet, curling my legs around his waist. “Then you’re not fuckin’ getting it, princess. This world would be in shreds if anything happened to you.”
Heat, rage, and violence throbbed between us.
There would be carnage.
Chapter 20
It was a single beat.
A suspended moment, dripping with violence and savagery.
Then it broke.
With clashing teeth and lips, our mouths crashed together. Biting. Sucking. Nipping. The kiss was brutal and ruthless. It consumed and devoured without thought or care. His fingers dug into my hair, pulling and yanking, taking control as his mouth claimed mine with fury.
Aggression speared the air. The room was thick with the desire to destroy. To hurt.
Punish.
With a deep growl, he cupped my wrists with one hand, pushing them onto the wall above my head, aligning our bodies, pushing out my breasts. The heat of his mouth wrapped around one, sucking until he had my core pulsing like a heartbeat.
His eyes on me, his tongue trailed up my sternum, licking up the trail of blood he had spilled.
It was primal. Raw.
Yanking my arms from his hold, my fingers went to his shirt, ripping what was left of it like it was made of paper. My nails scratched at his chest, leaving more dots of blood and torn skin behind. A deep hum vibrated from his body. While I ripped the cloth off him, his muscles flexed under his tattooed skin, his lip rising in a ferocious snarl.
He pushed me back into the wall, his mouth taking mine. He incinerated me from the inside out, burning all thoughts away, leaving me a feral animal. Needing to rip into my prey.
We both attacked. Shoving, clawing, scratching.
Invisible hands, teeth, tongues, and lips attacked with vicious passion. There would be no hostages, only decimation until just bits of us were left.
The false cry of satisfaction from next door shifted to groans of pure ecstasy, the bed hitting harder.
Like riling up animals locked in a cage, Warwick and I were set free.
I ripped at his pants, shoving them down, taking his massive girth in my hand and smearing the pre-cum over the tip, making me pulsate so hard for him it hurt.
“Fuck.” He gritted his teeth, his palm skimming down my stomach, his fingers sliding through my pussy unforgivingly, producing a loud, unhinged moan from my lips.
A woman screamed from the room over, followed by several groans from others in the same room. I heard people in the hallway moaning with gratification.