Page 153 of House of Cards

Zoey presses herself to the back of the small chamber, cheeks glowing, but skin pale. I’ve turned her into a beautiful mess again. Her damp hair wild, a smear of blood beneath her jaw, her clothes rumpled.

Not the mess I was intending, though.

She pulled away right before I was about to fill her tight hole with my cum.

Zoey bleats out a surprised little sound when I slam my fist out behind me, hitting the emergency stop.

There’s a moment so silent I hear the splash as a drop of blood from my hand drips to the floor.

“You bit me,” I growl.

“You—” She breaks off, licking her lips. “You ass raped me.”

I chuckle as I step closer. “You enjoyed every second.”

She winces when I clamp my bandaged hand around her throat. The other hand, the one she bit, goessplatagainst the wall beside her head.She turns her face away with a disgusted grimace.

“I didn’t make you bleed,” I rasp. “I could have, but I didn’t.”

“You want a fucking medal or something?” She glares up at me as I bring my body flush with hers. Even then, she tries to inch back, to create space, but she’d have to burrow into the wall to accomplish that.

“What I want, isyou.”

Shock flutters her eyelashes and, for a moment, I’m not sure why. Until my mind replays what I just said out loud.

“Your submission,” I say quickly.

“My…submission?” She frowns. “What the fuck does that even?—”

My bloodied hand slaps across her mouth. She flinches, eyes narrowing with revulsion, violently whipping her head left and right to displace me.

Smearing more and more of my blood over her face.

Her teeth graze me as she tries for another bite, but I cup my palm, giving her no purchase.

She grabs my wrist, trying to pull my hand away, then reaches for my face when that doesn’t work.

I rip my bloody hand away, keeping her pinned to the wall by her throat as I show her the teeth marks in my flesh.

“If blood makes you so queasy, maybe you shouldn’t have bitten me.”

She tries to peel my fingers off her throat. “You said you were going to let me go. We’re in the fucking elevator already. Haven’t you had enough? ‘Cos I sure as fuck have.”

I can’t stop staring at her mouth. At the swathe of red coating her lips, her chin, her cheeks.

“No,” I murmur, leaning in again, my body crushing hers. “Not yet. Not ever.” The last is barely a whisper.

She goes still, making a strangled sound when I drop my head to hers. I search her eyes, but there’s only confusion and frustration in them.

What was I expecting?

Lust?…Love?

My mouth is right beside hers. I can feel her breath on my lips.

I could kiss her.

She might like that.