Page 105 of Caution to the Wind

Throwing caution to the wind, I turned my head sharply to sink my teeth into the meaty part of his pectoral. He let out a sharp bark of shock, using his hand on my twisted arm to push me away, but it only succeeded in dragging my teeth diagonally across his chest. Over the place above his pounding heart.

“Fuck!”

He shoved me away lightly, only to spin me by the shoulders so I was facing him. I had time to notice that my teeth had broken through parts of the thin tee and even his skin, little pinpricks of blood staining the cotton before he hooked a foot around my leg and tripped me. Instead of falling forward onto the bed where he could trap me, I rolled my momentum to the side, slamming against the wall. When I saw his hands come for me, I ducked under his arms and slid between his body and the wall to dart across the room.

His footsteps thundered behind me, too close. Before I could open the door to flee or force him out of my room, he was on me, pressing me into the door.

“Just tell me the fuckin’ truth for once in your life. Why the fuck are you still dealin’ with the triad, Mei?” he growled.

“I don’t have to tell you anything,” I countered, stepping hard on his inseam so he released me with a grunt of pain. “You won’t trust anything I do tell you anyway.”

“True,” he growled as I spun to face him, pushing his hand into my sternum and flattening it so I was forced back up against the door.

My heart knocked loudly at my breastbone as if it were calling for Axe-Man to answer.

“You worry about your shit, and I’ll worry about mine,” I snarled, pushing both hands against his chest to get space.

Only, he was an immovable force.

Thinking quickly, almost panicked by his proximity after so long without his touch, I braced against his chest to bring my feet up to his thighs, climbing up his body so I could wrap my thighs around his neck and squeeze. He didn’t realize what I was doing fast enough. Grunting against my groin, he wrapped his hands around my thighs to pull me off him, but I locked my feet together and refused to let go.

He cursed and panted hotly into my fabric-covered pussy, and suddenly, I lost focus, my grip weakening at the effect on my libido. Taking advantage, he pried me off his shoulders and slammed me into the door again, pinning me to the wood like a splayed butterfly.

His eyes were narrow, blown black by his pupils. We were both panting so hard that our chests brushed, my nipples abrading against his chest hair through the thinness of our shirts.

“Get the fuck off me, Henning,” I demanded, wriggling against him only to feel the ridge of a distinctly hard cock against my stomach.

My eyes flashed up to his in surprise, mouth falling open.

Axe-Man glowered at me as if it was my fault. His hand moved from my shoulder to my throat, palming the entire thing. My pulse hammered against the hard press of his thumb at my carotid artery and the press of his iron-hard thigh as he adjusted, placing it just so between my thighs.

I gasped, head thudding against the door as I fought to regain my equilibrium.

I wasn’t a virgin, and I wasn’t a stranger to rough play in the bedroom. In fact, I loved the physicality of sex the same way I loved the physicality of martial arts. I wanted to fight and fuck, bite and suck, groan and whimper.

But this…this was almost too much, like the energy under my skin would split me apart at the seams.

And I wasn’t sure anymore what we were doing.

We’d been fighting, but now…

Would Axe-Man really fuck me?

His eyes were fixated on my mouth, so intense I could feel the heat of that stare like a burn. To soothe it, I poked my tongue out to wet the tender skin.

“Fuck you,” he whispered thickly.

“You don’t have the balls,” I dared, quiet because I didn’t have enough breath in my body, but still firm.

“You’re the biggest mistake I ever made,” he told me, so cruel and cold, hand flexing around my throat just tight enough to restrict my breath for a beat before he released the squeeze.

I reared up, biting into his lower lip so hard it broke the skin, and his blood burst on my tongue. The iron tang made me moan. I’d been so hungry for him for so long that it seemed nothing short of cannibalism would satisfy me.

But maybe taking him into my body in other ways would curb the urge.

I held his bleeding lower lip between my teeth and flicked my tongue over it with a humming moan.

The next instant, he was on me.