That shouldn’t do things to my insides, but we both know how fucked up I can be and it’s not something I have control over.
I growl, my voice heated. “Stop fighting me, Kruz.”
She doesn’t listen, of course.
Which is fine, but my cock is as hard as a fucking rock with how feisty she’s being.
When her fists connect particularly hard against my lower back, I’ve had enough.
Without breaking stride, I land a smack on her ass.
She jerks against my shoulder and gasps. “Did you justspankme?”
I smirk, not bothering to hide my amusement. Not that she can see my face, but I’m sure she can hear it in my voice. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it, kitten.”
Her indignant sputtering is music to my ears as I carry her the rest of the way to the cottage.
Once inside, I kick the door shut behind us and stride straight to the bed, where I drop her unceremoniously onto the mattress.
She bounces once, the old springs creaking.
She glares up at me, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving. “I hate you.”
I lean over her, caging her in with my arms, my gaze locked on hers. My lips curl into a slow, wicked smile as I grind my hard length against her thigh. “But you love this dick,don’t you morte mea?”
8
NO MORE SECRETS
KRUZ
I hatemyself for the way my body responds to this man.
His dark hair is a mess from the wind, framing his eyes as he hovers over me. He’s wearing a long-sleeved thermal shirt, but his thick forearms on either side of my head are still distracting in the worst way.
Distracting from the fact that I should hold on to the hate I feel for him.
If attractiveness were a weapon, he’d be a lethal one.
Good thing I’m already dead inside at this point.
“Yeah,” I finally admit. My pussy clenches when he grinds against me again, whole heartedly agreeing with the sentiment. “It’s the only good thing about you,” I make sure to add.
“Don’t lie,” he responds, cocky as ever with that stupid fucking smirk on his face.
“You’re one to talk about lying,” I all but spit. He moves one hand down to squeeze my hip, placing more of his weight on me everywhere else. My resolve is quickly deteriorating.
The worst part? I like the way he lies. It’s almost as pretty as his face.
Especially when he promises to take care of me, promises that everything will be okay.
He kisses along my jawline, and I release a stuttered breath. “We need to set some boundaries.” My words have no heat behind them.
“I fucking love boundaries,” he scrapes his teeth over my chin and shifts so he can work his way up the other side, and when he reaches the top, he sucks my earlobe into his mouth.
“You don’t know the meaning of boundaries.” I squirm beneath him, not because I want him to stop but because I can barely handle this.
“Sure, I do.” He places a chaste kiss on my lips and—unfortunately—I kiss him back, my lips chasing after his as he pulls away. “They’re those things I’m really good at ignoring.”
