Page 76 of Devious Love

He parks the car and shoves his door open, slamming it so hard, the whole car rocks. Fire surging through my veins, I climb out as well.

I open my mouth, ready to continue our argument, but when he turns to face me, my stomach drops. There’s something dark and dangerous behind his irises. It’s primal, almost animalistic.

Without breaking eye contact, I take a step back, then another.

He stands still, hands deep in his pockets. “Don’t.”

Another step.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls.

A zing of excitement works through me, my center throbbing. Another step, and my lips curl into a wicked smile. Silently, I dare him to stop me.

“Mia.” His voice is gruff.

With a quick inhale, I turn and bolt into the darkness. I don’t look back, darting between trees as I push forward.

His heavy steps follow me.

I smile, my heart racing. He’s pissed, and that only spurs me on.

“Keep running, baby,” he teases. “You know I’ll catch you.”

I stumble over a rock. For a moment, my stomach lurches, and I’m sure I’m going down, but I catch myself and pick up the pace.

It’s useless, though, because he’s already here.

Strong arms encircle me from behind, forcing a gasp from my lips. He lifts me off my feet and carries me farther into the wooded area, away from the road. I thrash against him, clawing at his arms, but he doesn’t let go.

Instead, he turns me around and slams my back into a thick tree. When he blankets my body with his, my clit throbs and my core tightens. I’m so worked up, a single brush of his fingersagainst that soft spot would set me off. He lifts my arms and pins them to the tree trunk above me with one hand.

“I told you,” he growls, his mouth at my ear, “don’t run from me.”

I smile defiantly. “I dunno… I think you liked chasing me.”

“I fucking did.” He crashes his mouth onto mine, claiming me, forcing his tongue between my lips, curling it around mine in hard, fast strokes.

I kiss him back, my skin on fire. I suck on his bottom lip and sink my teeth into it.

He leans away, and I begrudgingly let him go. Pulled back a few inches, he assesses me. I’m still fully dressed, but fuck, if I don’t feel naked. Then, he grabs me by my throat and tilts my chin up.

“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.”

I keep quiet.

“Tell me.”

The desperation in his voice sends a shudder from my head to my toes as my desire skyrockets. His teasing is pure torture.

Jaw tight, I fist his tee in my hand. “Fuck you.”

He smirks. “Oh, don’t worry, baby. You will.”

Eyes locked on mine, he takes a step back. I don’t move, caught in his snare as he pulls his wallet out of his pocket and takes a condom out of it. Then, he pulls out his fat cock and rolls the condom over his shaft. The sight makes liquid heat pool low in my belly.

Once he’s sheathed, he lifts my leg and guides it around his hip, and with his eyes still locked with mine, he slips his fingers into my pussy.

The smile that graces his features is so fucking sinful, I melt.