Annoyance piles up inside me, and before I can stop myself, I grab her hips and pull them the rest of the way into me, capturing her words with my mouth. She opens for me, needy and desperate. I press my hips into her, hard and greedy.
“You want someone to fuck your brains out, princess?” I ask against her lips, pushing our bodies against the kitchen wall. “Is that what you need to stop being a smartass little know-it-all?”
“Make me come and see for yourself, asshole.”
I groan against her lips. “Goddammit, Viola.” I know I should stop. She’s been drinking, and I’m clearly not in the right frame of mind to make smart decisions right now.
She presses her mouth to mine and wraps a palm around my cock through my sweats. I wrap a hand around her neck, moaning in her mouth as she begins to stroke me.
“Viola…” I say, almost pleading. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“Mm-hmm…” she hums against my lips.
“Princess, we can’t…” I hate myself the moment the words come out.
Her hand stalls, and she jerks her head back. “You’ll fuck anything with a vagina except me? Is that it?”
“No,” I growl. “You’re my best friend’s little sister.”
“So, if I was just some bimbo at a bar, you’d have fucked me six ways to Sunday already? Is that how it goes?” She doesn’t sound hurt; she’s pissed. “You’re a fucking asshole.”
I grab her before she can storm off again. “And you’re a Goody Two-shoes who uses every opportunity to remind me of that.”
“Well, if the shoe fits…” she barks right back, her eyes narrowing at me.
“Fine, you want to be treated like one of my girls? Fucked to oblivion and then tossed out like yesterday’s trash? Because I guarantee it’s not going to be anything like you read in your romance books.”
She stares at me, mouth agape, her breasts pushing up with every deep breath.
“That’s what I thought.”
Before I can back away, she lunges at me. Her lips press against mine, opening my mouth with her tongue as her hands grab my drawstrings, and she palms my cock bare.
A hungry moan releases from my throat at the urgent way she touches me. Her hand is firm, and every motion is calculated to get me off. I’ve never seen this side of Viola before, and a part of me wonders if this is a side I bring out in her or if she’s always been like this.
“Fuck me like one of your whores, Travis,” she says as I kiss down her neck.
“You’re not a whore,” I tell her, meaning it.
“Can’t I be just for one night?” She sounds desperate, and I can’t find it in myself to deny her any longer.
“We play bymyrules, Viola.” I pull her earlobe between my teeth, feeling her shiver against me. She doesn’t respond. “Do you understand?” I tilt her chin so she looks up at me. “You fight me, and you’ll end up hurt. Got it?”
Her eyes glass over as she nods. “I won’t break.”
“Don’t be so sure,” I say, pressing my lips back to hers. I wrap a hand back around her neck, guiding my tongue inside her mouth as I palm her breast with my other hand. Everything about Viola Fisher screams perfection. Her tits fit just right in my hand, her full lips capture every motion I give her, and her body responds in all the right ways. Even her moans tell me exactly what I need to hear.
“How many times can you make yourself come?” I ask against her lips, but she doesn’t respond. “I want to know your magic number. Tell me.”
“I don’t know…three, maybe?”
I smirk against her lips, pulling her lower lip between my teeth. “I can do three in my sleep, princess. I hope you’re ready.”
She has no idea just what she’s asked for.
Chapter 17
Viola
