Page 54 of His Trick

“I’m not some fucking prey you can toy with!”

Whack.

I felt my head slam back into the hard, unforgiving pavement, and my vision went wonky for a second.

“You think you know me. You demand that I show you the darkness. Fine. Here it is.”

He had my throat in both his hands, and the angle didn’t allow me to get my hand under his, to break the grip.

“You will leave me the fuck alone. If you don’t, you will see the darkness. Because I will fucking kill you, Care Bear. Don’t make me fucking kill you.”

His words clicked, and I snapped, twisting him, slamming his back into the stone ground so hard the impact shuddered through me.

My lips curled against his rain-soaked cheek, watching his dazed expression. The puddle we were in was speckled with blood, and now my own dripped down onto Shiloh’s face.

“You think you get to demand anything from me?” I growled, my voice low and ragged, dangerous, while threading straight into the crack of thunder above us. “I don’t answer to you, Baby Boy. You answer to me.”

He tried to shove back, tried to buck out from under my weight, but I had him caged. The adrenaline slicing through me was enough to combat his anger.

My hips locked his in place, my hands pinned his wrists against the cold stone. His wet hair clung to his forehead, his lips trembling between fury and something else, as my blood dripped down, combined with the water droplets, and rolled right into his mouth.

“Fuck you,” he spat in my face, that mingled concoction coating my own tongue.

His tone lost some of its bite. It was hoarse now…thin.

I laughed, letting the vibration travel to him, sharp and cutting. “I will fuck your ass until you fucking bleed my come, Sunshine.”

Before he could spit another word at me, I leaned down, smashing my mouth to his—hard, brutal, and fucking bruising. His teeth clashed against mine, while his lips split under the force of my own. He tasted like secrets and sin. He struggled underneath me.

This was different than before. Taking his body was something he could accept, but kissing him? I could see a new fight raging more than the brutal storm around us. His fight only made me hungrier. I bit down harder on his lips, claiming and fucking devouring his mouth, until I could feel his groan catch in my throat. He couldn’t catch his breath, and neither could I.

“Fuck—you taste so good. Give me your darkness, Baby. I need it, Shiloh.”

His body was fire against mine, even soaked to the bone in the cold rain. Little by little, his mouth opened further to mine. Second by second, his thrashing slowed, and I could feel him kiss me back. The intensity of something as stupid as a kiss was bewildering. But I couldn’t breathe. I was addicted to the push and pull of Shiloh’s control, giving him just enough of my lips to keep him fighting. But now he wasn’t fighting to break away from me.

He was struggling to reach me further, bending his body to mine, pushing the kiss deeper. This felt too hot…too…warm.

It made more than just my dick ache. I felt a strange pull in my chest. The sensation was alarming.

I broke the kiss in a ragged pant.

Dragging my mouth along his jaw, nipping down the column of his throat until he jerked against me, and his thick cock pressed harder into his pajama pants.

My free hand slid from his wrist, down his chest, tracing the trembling line of his stomach and all his delicious, fucking abs.

Why the hell did I want to touch him in every way possible? I hated the feeling of touch, but with my little Sunshine, I couldn’t get enough of his skin, his body, his moans, and his resistance.

“No,” he snapped, trying to wriggle free again. “Don’t touch my?—”

“Shut up.” My tone snapped like a whip, and my palm forced his hips still against the ground, as I shoved my hand lower, letting my fingertips linger across the hard line pressing against my dick. He gasped as he twisted his head away.

“Don’t run away this time. Let me in, or it will fucking hurt. I am going to enjoy this either way, Sunshine. Are you?”

He was panicked, only understanding my meaning when I fought to flip his body over on the ground. His chest now pressed hard into the stone, and he looked like a fucking beached whale trying to get away from my hold. I was too heavy for him to toss me off, and he wore himself down in our fight.

“You know you need this, Shiloh. You need a real release. Not that shallow shit you’ve been pretending scratches the itch.” My breath burned hot against his ear, and he whimpered. The rain dripped off my lashes onto his shoulder. “Your body’s screaming for it. I’m just the bastard willing to give it to you.”

“Get the fuck off me! If you go anywhere near my asshole, I swear I will break your finger off inside yours.” His voice broke, and I laughed.