Page 237 of House of Cards
“Say it.” I’m close enough to feel his breath on my face. “Say you love me, you fucking monster. Say it and I’ll leave.”
“I—” He swallows hard, his control cracking. Anger flashes in his eyes as they flick to the door, like he’s wondering if I’m bluffing.
“Go on,” I murmur. “I fucking dare you.”
He doesn’t take kindly to my words, or my tone of voice, or the way I slide my hands up his naked chest. His muscles flinch under my fingers, and I swear I hear his teeth grinding as he glares down at me.
“Yes,” he grates out.
“Yes, what?”
“I love you. I fucking love you and it’s going to destroy us both.”
“But monsters can’t love.” I grab his face, pulling him down to me. “You’ll have to convince me, Smith.”
I kiss him hard, violent, pouring all my confusion and need and rage into it. He responds instantly, his hands fisting in my hair, his mouth devouring mine.
In a second, he’s lifting me up to the bed, crushing me under him. I let him—for a second or two. Then I’m clawing my way free, pushing him onto his back with all my strength.
He looks up at me like he’s waking from a nap. “What?—”
“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?” I straddle his chest, rolling my hips so my cum-soaked pussy drags over his bare chest.
“You think you can just fuck me, then send me packing?”
His hands grip my thighs, but he doesn’t try to move me. “You don’t understand what you’re asking for.”
“Then let me make myself clear, Monster.” I sit up, inching higher on my knees until I’m positioned just below his chin. Then I lower myself just enough that he can smell me, taste the air between us.
His eyes dart to my pussy, then up to my face, pupils so blown out there’s barely a sliver of iris left. I grab his hair in a fist, my other hand cupping his jaw.
“I want everything,” I whisper.
I dip down, twisting my hand in his hair a second before his tongue can touch my dripping pussy. He winces, eyes flickering back to mine, incensed.
“Your darkness,” I dip down again, this time letting his tongue brush my pussy just once before pulling away.
Jesus, but I’m torturing myself as much as I’m torturing him. My clit is throbbing like it’s mad at me, my pussy clenching in time with every fierce pounding of my heart.
“Your violence.”
This time he gets in a full, languid lick before I jerk away with a gasp.
“Your twisted fucking love…All of it.”
I roll my hips, coming in close. His tongue darts out, almost touching me, then stops.
“Zoey—”
“What? You don’t want this?”
I take my hand away from his jaw, massaging my clit instead.
“You don’t want me?”
I can feel the pain in his groan. I dip a finger inside myself, bring it to my mouth, lick it clean. And he rewards me with another rattling sound deep in his throat.
“Promise me I can stay, and I’ll give you what you really want.” I yank his hair hard enough to make him grimace. “Promise me you’ll stop trying to protect me.”
