Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“I hate you!”
“Ditto!” My hand finds her throat and I fling her across the room until she crashes against a wall lined with books. They stumble to the floor, but I don’t care because this little bitch has tested my last nerve, and what I did have left she already burned the second she pissed me off.
I squeeze her cheeks so hard her lips pout.
“You don’t touch another man around me, London. Wanna see what happens if you do? Or is this warning enough for you?” That same rage burns quietly in the back of my ears. “Answer me!”
“Fuck you.”
The corner of my mouth curves upward and I lean forward, so close our lips touch. “Gladly.”
Her jaw tenses and she tries to turn away just as I fall forward and into the crook of her neck. I feel my heart bouncing against my chest like a fucking stripper on a pole. I hate this. What she does to me. I want to take it all away but instead, I always find myself right here. Inhaling her like a drug, like it fucking belongs to me. Because it does. And if it didn’t, I’d kill every dealer on the street and lock her up in my basement just to claim it as mine.
“London,” I whisper against the crook of her neck. “Fuck me like you fight me.”
She blows out a steady breath, but I feel the little bumps raise over her flesh, setting off my own.
“I hate you,” she whispers so softly I almost miss it.
“We’ve gathered that, but—” When she doesn’t turn to me, I squeeze her chin and force her lips onto mine. “I’m still only yours to hate.”
She fights it at first. Refusing to open her soft lips until my tongue dips inside. Her warmth covers me from my head down to my toes and I reach behind her back, locking her in place so she’s flush against me. Her little body shakes beneath me just as her weight falls, but I catch her, scooping her up and forcing her legs around my waist.
Deepening the kiss, I suck on her bottom lip as she reaches between us, unbuckling my belt and forcing my jeans down over my dick. Because of the simplicity of her gown, I only have to graze my hands up her thighs to lift it further until the silk falls off her body like milk does to honey.
She pauses for a second, but it’s too late, because her other hand is wrapped around my cock and I’ve slid her dress to the side, dipping my finger between her crease and circling tightly, catching her mouth again to distract myself with her kisses of death.
Her hand finds the back of my head as I aim my cock against her entrance. Cold shivers riddle through my spine when I feel her warmth caress the tip of my dick. With a hand on her throat, I groan as I force myself inside.
“Fuck,” I gasp, grinding my teeth as I slowly inch myself further and further inside of her.
I pull back, and then pump forward, locked in a trance of her body against mine. Her lips on mine. Her tongue against mine.
Mine, mine, mine.
With my other hand, I force her dress down over her swollen nipple, pinching it between my fingers so hard she hisses with a bite of my lower lip.
I grin against her pillowy lips, picking up my pace and working myself hard inside of her.
“Knight, shit…” She tries to shuffle forward, but I feel my balls tighten as her walls clench around me like a fucking vise.
Her back slaps against the bookshelf as her clit rubs against my pelvis. My cock hits the edge of her cervix with every pump, and her legs tighten around my waist as her breathing becomes more desperate. I catch every moan with a flick of my tongue, my fangs elongating the closer I get to blowing my nut.
Her body tenses and I feel the exact moment she releases herself around me. Her body jerks violently as cum gushes over my shaft and travels down my balls. I squeeze harder around her throat until I feel her esophagus crack in the palm of my hand.
“Fuck, London…” I groan, so close I can feel the heat ready to explode out of me. I just know it’s going to be violent and hard. I’ve wanted this for too long, to have her hate-fucking me with bruises all over her body.
I feel the cool metal against the back of my neck and I almost want to roll my eyes.
“You think that’s gonna stop me from coming?” I urge, challenging her with a steady glare.
She doesn’t answer, but I feel the slice of the blade split my skin open behind my neck. Adrenaline spikes through my veins and my grip on her throat intensifies even further. Panic flashes in her eyes for a second as I slow my thrusts.