Page 35 of Liar
Ember bares her teeth, her nose bumping against mine until I snap my head back. “Would that be before or after you set your own challenges for me? Or had me naked under you, recording me sucking your dick to use for your future perverted use? Quit making yourself out to be a hero, Thorne. You’re clearly the villain in my story.”
I get right in her face, rasping, “I never knighted myself as anyone’s savior. I want you gone so you can quit distracting me with your sweet cunt, and I can get on with my life.”
Ember’s hand whips up. My head snaps to the side as sharp, hot pain rides along my cheek. Without moving my face back to center, I smile without teeth. “Did I say something to piss you off, little pretty?”
“Get out.” Ember holds her expression so stiff, it vibrates underneath her skin. “Get the fuck out of this house.”
“Or what? You’ll slap me again?” I face her. “Don’t you remember? I love this shit.”
A vengeful mewl escapes her throat as she pushes against my sternum, her knees coming up to help her. I dodge each blow, pivoting when she thinks to go for my crotch.
“Slap me again, Ember. I dare you.”
Ember does just that, using her less dominant hand since her right tangles in my shirt, pulling me in for a good smack.
I let her, keeping my grin in place. The heel of her palm hits my top lip, a coppery tang soon following. She split it open on my canine tooth.
The smile falls from my lips. I grab both her wrists, trapping her. “Developed a taste for blood, have you?”
I push into her body, flattening her between the wall and my hard, aching cock. Her eyes turn into tinder, the sparks of a burgeoning wildfire, carelessly lit by my inability to let her go. I didn’t come to her for this. I wanted to give her one last warning before shit hits the fan and I can’t protect her anymore.
Except here I am, close to tearing Ember’s clothes off and lifting one of her legs so I can thrust into that tight, wet center.
The thought of it makes me groan near her mouth. “So long as it’s my blood you crave, have at it, little pretty.”
“What is wrong with you?” she cries.
“I don’t like the thought of you wanting to draw his blood,” I find myself saying. Surprise fizzes into my mind, but I can’t stop. Anger boils to the surface. “The only one you should touch, the one person you’re desperate to unleash your violence on, will always be me.”
Ember wriggles against my body, electricity snapping between us. I see it in her eyes, the wildfire gaining ground.
“I may have done unforgivable things, including hurting Zeke, but I’ll never stoop to your level,” she spits, her warm saliva sprinkling across my mouth and mixing with my blood. “I don’t want anyone’s blood on my hands, especially yours.”
Her thigh rubs against my dick and her brows crash down. “Get yourself off with your own blood as lube and give me peace.”
Angling my head, I croon, “Would you like to watch?”
“Fuck off, Thorne.”
“Admit it. You liked it.”
“Liked what?”
“Hitting. Hurting. Dominating.” I press closer. The heat of her body sinks into mine. Ember’s nostrils flare like she scents my desire. “You would’ve kept going given the chance. I’m coming to know you, little pretty, and you’re just as fucked up as I am.”
To prove my point, I release one wrist and close my hand over her throat, squeezing.
Ember grits her teeth, but her struggles weaken. Her eyelids grow heavy with want.
“In different ways, of course,” I continue, massaging her throat, harder, then softer. “You’ve lost your family and wandered into the dark history of the Weatherbys. Whereas I want nothing more than to leave my heritage and live the rest of my life untethered from everyone.” I slink my thumb down the center of her throat, nestling into the dip of her collarbone and pressing hard. Her muscles ripple under my grip, her instinct clawing to breathe. “You have no idea what runs in your veins, and I’m all too aware of the venom traveling through mine. We’re opposites, you and I, yet…” I lean closer, breathing in her quick exhales, tasting the sweetness on her breath, “…we can’t resist exploring.”
Ember’s breathing shortens. Her eyes stay on mine. Her lips part, and I tip my head back, expecting the denial to shoot from her delicious mouth. As if she can’t feel the thrumming between our bodies and how our pounding heartbeats are matching speed.
Instead, she does the opposite. She whispers, “Squeeze harder.”
My eyes widen.
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