Page 128 of Demo
“I’ve thought about being with someone else. Maybe EJ. Maybe one of the cops that like to flirt. I want to even the score. And I want you to know it. I want you to know what it’s like to burn from the inside out.”
“I’ll fucking kill anyone who touches you,” I say, burying my face in her neck, kissing her collarbone.
“No, you won’t,” she says against my hair, as she runs her hands up my chest and grips my neck, bringing her mouth to my ear. “I want you to have to wake up every day knowing he exists, knowing I’m going to see him, and interact with him.” She tightens her grip on my neck and pulls back to look into my eyes. “I want you to know what it’s like to live with a permanent noose around your neck because your heartbeat is stuck there when you don’t know what I’m doing. If I’m with him. If I’m thinking about him …”
My eyes water from the pain she’s exposing me to, but that hardens her.
“Oh, no. No, no, no. Don’t go soft on me now, Knox,” she says, grinding her hips on me and leaning down to suck on my neck. “Tell me again how much you love me. How much you want back in here.” She swirls her hips on me and arches slightly to show me where “here” is.
“And here.” she slides her ring finger into her own mouth and sucks. Then she pulls that hand away from her mouth and grips my face with it. “Tell me,” she says, moving her lips against mine. “Do you still regret the new woman you’ve made me? Or do you think you might like this new version of me?”
And then she slants her mouth over mine and kisses me, roughly, diving her tongue inside and coming out, pulling my bottom lip between her teeth. Then she pulls back, rears back her arm and slaps me across the face. She slaps me so hard my face whips to the side.
And I welcome the sting.
“Say it again,” I growl, grabbing her hips and pulling her into me again, and leaning in to suck on her bottom lip. “Tell me how you feel about me.”
“I hate you,” she grits out as she pulls back and slaps me again, on the same side.
“Again!” I order. And this time, when she rears her arm back, I grab it mid-swing and pull her hand to my chest and hold it between us as I grind up into her. “Keep saying it,” I whisper against her face, and I feel the wetness as her tears start to fall.
“I hate you,” she says softly. Then, she finds her voice. “I fucking hate you!”
“You hate me?” I taunt as I start to tug her shirt up her back, ignoring her trying to elbow it back down. I tug it up and over her head and toss it aside. “You hate me?!” I yell this time, grabbing her face in my hands and kissing her as she whimpers. I reach around and unclasp her bra and aggressively tug it down her arms and cast that aside, too.
“How much do you hate me, baby?” I ask as she tries to pull back, then tries to swat at me, but I catch her arms and then, abruptly, grab her around the waist and spin us so she’s on her back on the couch and I’m nestling between her legs.
“Knox,” she tries to protest.
“Say it again,” I demand as I settle between her legs and press her arms over her head, leaning my bare chest into hers, so I can feel her heart knocking against mine. “Tell me you hate me!”
“Why?” she finally croaks out. “Why do you want me to hate you?”
I look down at her, our eyes not even inches from one another’s. “Because the only thing worse than your anger, is your indifference.”
I slide one hand down her arm, feeling goosebumps as I move over her armpit and the side of her breast, down her rib cage and slip it inside the rear of her leggings, gripping her ass.
I lean in and suck her lips between mine. “If you hate me …” I trail kisses across her jaw and down her neck, “… then you’re at least feeling something.” I suck up mouthfuls of skin as I start to descend her chest. “If you are still feeling something,” I ghost my lips over the skin between her breasts, “then I can go another nine rounds.” And I clamp my mouth over a nipple as she cries out, arching her back. I suck it hard, letting it pop out of my mouth with a sound, then go for it again, giving it a little bite, and she shivers beneath me.
“Tell me, Lizzie, are you feeling something?” Before she can answer, I move my hand from her ass and slide it down the front of her pants, under her panties, and dive into her.
She moans my name and swirls her hips into my touch.
“Seems you are feeling something,” I say as I sit back on my knees and pull her leggings, and her panties, down her legs and off her body in one swoop, tossing them somewhere near Kennedy, who’s still snoring. I tug down my own bottoms and settle back between her. She splays her hands against my chest, one last feeble attempt to push me away.
“I hate you,” she grits out, her body betraying her because she pushes her hips up, searching for me.
“I love you,” I say, as I grab my dick, settle myself at her entrance, and thrust in. She grunts and I curse at the welcome feeling of her I’ve been starved for.
I pull out, then slam back in, and she spreads her legs wider for me. Resting some weight on my elbow, I cup that hand around the top of her head as I use the other to grip her hip as I drive into her again and again.
“Fuck, baby,” I growl as I slam against her.
“Don’t call me that,” she repeats her words from before.
“I will always call you that, you understand me,baby?” I inform her through clenched teeth, my face hovering above hers, our eyes locked.
“I hate you,” she says, her eyes half-closed, and I know she’s feeling good.
