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Night.
Once I’ve finished eating, I go upstairs for a shower. I undress and step under the hot stream, closing my eyes and allowing my muscles to relax. As the water falls over me, I think about Billie, with her light-blue eyes and dark hair curled in those waves that perfectly twist around my finger.
Thoughts of her overtake me, and I grow hard.
“Shit,” I hiss, grabbing myself, imagining shoving my cock into her smart-ass mouth and down her throat.
I’d fuck her humble.
Billie, my goddamn enemy, my thorn, my poison. When she walks into a room, my cock twitches from her sheer, infuriating presence. Her body is a weapon she wields without mercy—tight, toned, and dripping with the kind of curves that make me lose my fucking mind. Her perfect, fucking perky tits, little pebbled nipples, and that round ass are everything I dream of. I breathe out, caught up in the fantasy.
Those cold, calculating crystal-blue eyes always mock me and look down on me like I’m nothing. Her lips are full and pouty, and she constantly smirks like she knows exactly what she does to me. She’s a goddamn queen of chaos, and I hate her for what she stirs inside of me.
Which is why I’m here, in the shower, my cock in my hand, hard as fucking steel. My fist is wrapped around it like a vise, stroking slow and deliberate, wishing it were her mouth instead. I can almost feel her lips wrapping around my shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip, like she’s savoring the taste of me.
Fucking hell, she’d hate it, but she’d also love itso fucking muchas she took me in the back of her throat.
I grunt as I continue to stroke and picture her on her knees, her hands bound behind her back, her tits bouncing free.
She glares at me with those icy eyes, but I just laugh.
“You want this, don’t you?” I say, thrusting my cock deeper into her mouth.
She wouldn’t answer—she couldn’t—but I’d know she’d say,Yes.Because, in my fantasy, she fucking loves it.
My hand moves faster now, the slick sound of my palm sliding over my shaft filling the bathroom. I’m throbbing, aching for release, but I won’t come yet. Not until I’ve tortured myself with every filthy detail of Billie Calloway.
Fuck.
She’s a drug, and I’m high on the thought of her, knowing it’s awful for me, but it’s the sweetest fucking torture. As it’s alwaysbeen. Just because I want to fuck her stupid doesn’t mean I don’t hate her. Ido. I hate everything about how she makes me feel, knowing it would never fucking work between us.
Billie Calloway is the kind of woman who runs the world. Too strong-willed, hot-tempered, too much like me.
Fuck, I want to make her choke on me until tears stream down her cheeks.
Her nails dig into my thighs as she sucks me deeper, her throat tightening around me as I push past her gag reflex.
Once I have my fill, I flip her over, pressing her against the wall. I demand she put that perfect ass up in the air. I grab a handful of her hair, yanking her head back as I drive myself into her tight little cunt from behind. She screams my name, and I fuck her raw, pounding into her with everything I’ve got, just like she wants.
She can try to hide it, but her eyesbegfor me anytime I’m near.
Right now, I wish Billie could feel every inch of me until she pleaded for mercy. But I’d give her none because Billie would never accept help.
The princess always saves herself.
“Who’s in control now, huh?” I growl in her ear, my breath hot against her skin as I hold her against me.
She doesn’t answer, just whimpers as I slam into her again and again, her body shaking with every thrust.
The fantasy consumes me, and my balls tighten. My cock throbs in my hand, but I stop before I come. Breathlessly, I need more of the fantasy before it vanishes.
I imagine her arching her back, her tits bouncing with every brutal thrust, her pussy tightening around me as she finally gives in to the pleasure.
“Come for me, you filthy slut,” I snarl.
And she does. She can’t help herself.
With a groan, I finally let the thoughts of her consume me.