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Mrs. Chambers strolls away. “Just have sex already.”
Moments later, we burst into laughter. Mrs. Chambers’s words linger in the air like a dare, a tempting call to sin, and then she’s gone, her door closing with a finality that feels like permission. Billie’s eyes lock on to mine. I study those lust-drunk, hate-filled eyes that have always shot daggers toward me. Now they’re molten, searing into my skull.
“No,” she breathes. Her voice trembles, as if she’s already losing the battleshestarted.
“Absolutely not,” I growl back, my voice rough, my cock straining against my pants.
Then she leans in, taking every damn risk in the world.
Her body slams into mine, pinning me against the doorjamb with a force that leaves no doubt who’s in control. Our lips crash together—hot and hungry—and our hate for one another evaporates like cold rain on scorching concrete. I open my mouth wider, giving her everything she craves. Logic vanishes as our tongues tangle in a filthy dance that nearly brings me to my knees.
I fucking hate the way she makes me feel. I want to ruin her, but in the best goddamn way possible.
“Asher,” she whispers against my lips, her voice ragged.
That undoes me.
She has never called me by my first name, not even when we first met.
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Igrip her hips as I pull her into the loft with me, pinning her against the closed door while we lose ourselves in the kiss. My hand slides down to her perfect ass in those tiny shorts that drive me insane. I yank her closer, pressing the hardness in my pants against her, and she moans into my mouth—a sound so fucking obscene that it sends a jolt straight to my dick.
My fingers slip under the hem of her shorts, finding the wet heat of her pussy waiting for me like a fucking feast. She’s not wearing panties, and she’s soaked through the material. Her slickness coats my fingers as I push one inside her. She moans with pleasure, giving me soft pants. Her walls clench around me like they’re trying to steal my soul. I’d willingly give it to her for more of this—forher.
“Fuck,”she gasps against my mouth, nails digging into my scalp as I add another finger, curling them just right to make her legs shake.
Her clit is swollen and begging for attention, and I flick it with my thumb, the rhythm brutal and relentless.
Her pussy is bare and perfect, and I want her on my face, riding my tongue.
I messily slide my mouth across her cheek to her ear. “You hate me, huh?” I snarl, my breath hot against her skin as I work her harder and faster.
She gives me several little moans, an approval as she grinds into me with her back arched.
“You fucking hate this so much that you want more? Mmm. Greedy fucking girl.”
“Yes,” she desperately answers.
Her whimpers betray her as her hips buck against my hand. Her pussy is a vise—slick and tight—and I can feel her trembling, that telltale tension building as she teeters on the brink of coming all over my fucking hand. She rides me almost to the edge. When every muscle tenses and her breathing morphs into moans, I stop.
I pull my fingers out of her with a wet sound that makes her cry out in frustration. Her body jerks like I just ripped her heart out. Her eyes fly open—wild and desperate—and I smirk, placing my fingers deep into my mouth just to see her squirm.
“You taste so fucking good,” I say, my voice dripping with venom and satisfaction. This is proof that I have control, not her. “But it seems like the Ice Queen needs to cool off.”
“You’re denying me?” she grits out breathlessly, staring at me, nipples hard as hell.
If looks could kill, I’d be dead, laid out on the floor, staring up at her sexy body with stars in my eyes. Billie is a constellation of beauty, even if a storm surrounds her.
Her disdain for me is so obvious that I find it entertaining. This woman has never been denied a thing in her life. Just like the other Calloways, she has always gotten everything she wanted. Her father made sure of it.
Her plump lips are swollen from my rough kisses, her hair a glorious mess. I want her. I need her. But I also know we’ve been drinking, and I will respect her in the most disrespectful way because she responds to it. She’s a spoiled brat, and taming her, showing her she isn’t in control, will be a challenge.
I chew on my lip, smiling at how dripping wet she is. My princess is soaked.
“I hate you so fucking much.” She smooths down her shorts.