Page 143 of The Legend
“Be rough.”I was starting to sweat and become all frantic like I would combust if hewasn’t going to give me something that showed we still had it. “I want toscream in pain.”
Hehesitated but then reached his hand up and grasped my neck. “Like that?”
“Harder.”
He wasn’tcomfortable at all. I knew that. His eyes darted to his hand and my face again.“Is that too tight?”
“No.” Iwhimpered unwinding around him. “It’s so good. So fuckinggood.”
In theheat of the moment, aggression got the best of him and he forcefully grabbedthe sheets fisting them in his hands. “Jesus, you’re so fucking sexing.” Hecalled at throwing his head forward.
“Tighter,squeeze my neck tighter!”
It wasofficial. I was becoming a porn star.
“No.” he shookhis head against the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut enjoying the movements.“I’ll hurt you.”
“No youwon’t.” I shook my head trying to squeeze his hands tighter. “Just do it!”
“Where isthis coming from?” Jameson murmured, amused when I moaned at the contact as hegave a little more pressure.
“No, harder.”
“No,Sway.” He moved his hands away from my neck and raised his upper body to lookat me. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Are yougoing to do it, or should I just take care of myself?” I snapped feeling theemotion and embarrassment rush through me.
Given, Iwas embarrassed at that point. I said what came to mind.
Hisexpression of curiosity turned to anger.
Leaningback on his heels, his gaze wasn’t pleasant. “I know what you’re doing.” Histone cut through me. “You think things will go back to normal if you trysomething new. But you’re missing the point.”
“Oh yeah,”I shook my head with attitude. “What’s that?” I too sat up against theheadboard.
“I loveyou.” He growled between clenched teeth blistering my skin. “That hasneverchanged.”
“I knowthat.”
“Thenwhat’s this all about?”
“Just fuckme!” I yelled. “That’s all I want!” I had completely lost it and continued myrant reaching my emotional threshold yet again. “I want what we used to have. Iwant the hot dirty sex that had you ripping my panties off in your motor coachand taking me on the hood of your race car. I want to destroy bedrooms andclosets and break our shower door again. I want to take you to the hospitalagain so you can have your ass stitched from falling through the shower door. Iwant kinky!”
I’m notentirely sure what my verbal lashing had done but I was on my back again in asecond and he was forcefully entering me.
“Is thiswhat you want? You want me to treat you like this, like you mean nothing to me?You want me to disrespect you to make you feel sexy?” His control was gone. Hewas pissed and more so than I’d see in a while. More so, it was the result ofme. “Does this fucking turn you on?” His fiery eyes full of anger met mine andhis hand that was grasping my hip and causing bruises, grabbed a handful of myhair and yanked my head back so his mouth had access to my skin. I moaned.
“Is thatwhat you want?” he repeated as his teeth found my heated flesh.
I didn’tsay anything in reply because I had no idea what to say at that point.
Hewouldn’t look at me, instead, his eyes squeezed shut, his head bent forward buthis breathing was harsh.
Was heenjoying it?
Maybe.
He kept hismovements up. With force, he slammed into me, my breath expelled in a heavygasp.
