Page 15 of Malevolent Hearts
Using my free hand, I push against the door and try to create a sliver of space to use to my advantage, but just like I knew he would, Cadden plays dirty. Callous fingertips trail up my thigh, dancing along the hem of the worn tee I’m wearing. My breath hitches as he slides his hand beneath the frayed cotton. I close my eyes and push away the need spreading through me by focusing on the hate. “What the fuck are you doing?”
His mouth lowers to my ear, and his hot breath whispers against my skin, “Making you stay.”
I shrug him off as best I can, gritting my response past my clenched jaw. “You’re not giving me much of a choice.”
His hand trails higher, and I’m made all too aware of my lack of underwear when two fingers slip inside me. Cursing the silk-dress gods for visible panty lines, I make a note to never go commando again. God forbid I get fucking kidnapped or something equally as predictable. Also while I’m at it, I note the sarcasm.
“You can keep fighting me, B, but you know how much I love your fire.”
“Not as much as I hate you.”
“Lies.” He circles my clit. “You don’t hate me. Not yet. But you can pretend all you want, if that’s what makes you feel better.”
My head lolls at his touch, exposing the column of my neck. Cadden takes it as an invitation and bites down on the sensitive patch where my neck greets my shoulders. At the same time, he pushes his fingers inside me. A moan rushes past my lips, filling the surrounding air.
Using all the strength I can muster, I try to lift my wrist from the door and back push against him, but his hold tightens. Before I can make any leeway, he slams my hand back against the wood.
“Fuck you.”
“Soon, snowflake. I’m only getting started.” His fingers curl inside me, rubbing against my G-spot. I clench around him, hoping to hold back the sensation building to a peak. My breath quickens, and my chest rises and falls with every stroke. As much as I try to fight against it, the pressure between my thighs becomes unbearable. “Tell me, does Maleficent like to beg?” he taunts before running his tongue along my neck as I thrash against his chest. “Because nothing gets me harder than my Pretty Poison begging.”
Unbidden, my whimper echoes around us when Cadden rips his fingers from my pussy, leaving me feeling empty and desperate. A needy plea dances across my tongue, begging to be let free, but I hold it in, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
Craning my neck as much as possible, I watch with fiery eyes as he brings his fingers to his mouth before wrapping his lips around them. A hum of approval vibrates his chest. “How is it someone so bitter can taste so fuckin’ sweet?”
I continue to thrash against him, needing to gain the upper hand, but it’s fruitless.
Suddenly, his hand is between us, and I hear the sound of his belt buckle opening, swiftly followed by the teeth of his zipper. From behind, I can feel him lowering his trousers. His cock springs free and juts against my arse. My body reacts, sending a shiver down my spine, and I hate it, hate him for making me appear so fucking weak. Logically, I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t want him. But deep down, I crave the release only he can give me. Together we are a match to gasoline—one strike and we’re burning alive.
His hand slides along his length, each stroke making him grow thicker, until I can feel the tip of his dick leaking through the cotton tee.
Making one last attempt at freeing myself from his hold, I shift my hips back, pressing my arse against his cock. He releases a groan. Then, using the momentary distraction, I push off the wall and twist my body, turning in his arms. I ignore the fire clawing at my wrist and push forward, only to be met with resistance when Cadden’s other hand lunges towards my throat, pinning me back against the door.
“Always such a brat.” His grip tightens as a devious tilt smears across his lips. “Too stubborn for your own good.”
Narrowing my eyes, I fight against the pulsing ache building in the pit of my core. He’s loving this—the primal obsession we’ve spent years creating.
“Sweet, poisonous Beibhinn. So eager to push me away, even when you know deep down I’m embedded in the depths of your soul, and there’s no way you can purge me out.”
My free hand wraps around his wrist, and my fingernails bite into his skin as my lungs tighten with the lack of oxygen. Pursing my lips, I gather as much moisture in my mouth as I can, tilt my chin slightly and spit in his face.
His eyes darken, but he barely flinches. His hold on my wrist drops as he brings the back of his hand to his face, wiping my mark from his skin. The tension between us ignites with the intensity of a look, and before I know it, he brings his hand to my mouth, showing me the evidence of my defiance. “Lick it.”
I bite down on my lower lip and raise a brow. “No.”
“If you want me to fuck your pussy until you see a sky full of stars, you’ll do what you’re told. Now lick, brat.”
A tingle ripples through me, and I hate how much I love his command. Keeping my eyes trained on his, my tongue sweeps out, removing my saliva from the back of his hand.
“Good girl.” His hands drop to the tops of my thighs before he lifts me off my feet and slams my back against the door. My fingers dive into his hair at the same time his lips descend on mine. There is nothing delicate about the way he attacks my mouth. It’s wild, unruly, and completely predatory. Sultry strokes of his tongue and hungry nips on my lower lip set the tempo for our tango. I grip the longer strands of hair on his head, tugging as he marks my mouth with his ferocious needs. It’s always been this way, a combustion of tension neither of us can contain.
His hands move higher, fingers denting my arse as he shifts me a little higher. The material of the tee he loaned me bunches around my waist, exposing my pussy. Trying to steady myself, my thighs tighten around his waist. My movement draws him closer, and he grinds against me. His cock slides through my folds, teasing my clit.
“Oh, devil.” My head tips back, and Cadden trails his mouth along my neck, leaving bite barks across my skin when he sinks his teeth into me. One hand slides along my thigh, and as he holds me in place with his hips, he guides his cock to where I crave it most. Lost to him and the way he manipulates my body against my will, I grip the back of his neck as he plunges his cock into me. His name rushes past my lips with a breathless moan.
“That’s it, Mal. I feel your pussy clamping around me.”
My nails sink into the back of his neck as his thrusts become more brutal, claiming my body over and over until I’m putty in his hands. The force of every jut of his pelvis has my eyes rolling back and my breath quickening to a pant. Shifting slightly, he grabs hold of my waist. His fingers bruise my skin as he uses my body to fuck himself, guiding me along his length, each pull matching his push.