Page 58 of Ruthless Touch

In a burst of sudden power, he overpowers me and flips us back again. My spine hits the plaster with jarring force.

We’re both breathing hard, faces inches apart as we glare at each other like we want nothing more than to tear each other apart.

Sweat beads on Gun’s brow, and my pulse hammers against my ribcage as we stand locked in this deadly dance. Neither one of us plans on conceding even an inch of ground.

“Still alive,” Gun taunts, his dark eyes glittering. “Is that all you have, feline? I expected more.”

I go for another strike before he can even finish his sentence. He blocks it anyway, his long fingers snapping shut around my wrist.

The air between us shifts—the rage and frustration and days of forced proximity boils over like it’s reaching its final form of hatred between us.

Like it’s become too intense and toxic to ignore another second.

Without warning, our mouths collide. We crash into each other in a kiss that’s pure violent fury.

FOURTEEN

GUN

It’simpossible to say who made the first move.

If I claimed Elise’s mouth or if she was the one snapping forward to kiss me. But we meet somewhere in the middle with a ravenous hunger that’s so intense, it sends shockwaves through me the moment our lips touch.

It’s the culmination of everything that’s been building between us.

The rage. The animosity. The competitiveness and stubborn defiance.

All of it comes to a head in this single moment.

Our lips crashing together as we find a new way to fight each other.

I keep Elise pinned against the wall as I pour every ounce of aggression into our kiss. I’m biting her lip, nipping at her like an animal exerting dominance over another. I’m forcing my way between her lips, kissing her deep with a tongue that plunders.

My hands are rough and quick, my body pressed against hers.

I’ve lost any concept of manners as I take what I want from the woman that’s tortured me under my own roof.

The only woman to ever properly challenge me and sometimes even win a battle in this war.

But tonight, I’m about to show her just who she belongs to.

Just who can tame the infamous Black Silk and make her purr like a little kitten.

Elise fights me every step of the way. As my tongue shoves into her mouth, she meets me lash for lash. As my hands slide down her body and grope her tits, she sinks her nails into my back. And as my body pins hers to the wall, she grinds her hips against me, like she’s ready to flip us any second.

It’s cute how Goyangi thinks she has any power in the situation. How she believes she can truly defeat me when I’ve gone easy on her.

But as we kiss deeply and grind against the wall, I show her just who’s in charge. Just who can make her knees weak.

She gasps as I move from her lips to her throat, biting and sucking and squeezing at the column with one of my hands. My other has traveled down to the apex of her thighs, forcing itself in between to cup her pussy through her leggings.

I hold her against the wall and talk my shit.

“Look at you, Goyangi,” I growl, rubbing her pussy with the base of my palm, digging it into her for maximum effect. “All that fire, yet you’re already squirming for me. What’s the matter? Aching to be filled by my dick?”

She glares at me, eyes darkening. “Acting like I’m the one begging, Rhee? You’re the one hard and twitching in your pants.”

I grin, aware that technically she’s right—I am fucking rock hard and my cock’s throbbing away, demanding the wet heat her pussy has to offer. I grind back against her, letting her feel the heavy weight of my erection.