Page 85 of Raze
“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he whispers. The tingle spreads between my thighs, and I squeeze my eyes shut. There was a second when it hurt, but then it softened to an almost pleasurable ache. Fuck. Me.
He justspanked melike some errant child. I’mfuriousbut also confused as fuck by how much I liked it.
Aiden’s hand is now brushing against the other cheek, and my thighs clench. I can’t tell if it’s because of his nearness or to prepare for another strike.
“I hate you,” I muster from my lips.
He pauses his movements. “What was that?”
“I hate you!” I shout at him.
Another smack rings down on my ass, followed by a caress that makes my blood sing. “I hate you too,” he growls back at me. “You’re such a brat. You can never do anything the right way or just follow directions. You havenopatience.”
His words breathe fire into my soul, and I struggle against him. The sound of his palm on my flesh is almost as embarrassing as the way my body is lighting up for him. I can feel my thighs getting damp and the delicious ache formorethere. My chest constricts, and anger bubbles to the surface as if each slap is drawing it out like poison from a wound.
“You’re a sadistic bastard,” I pant. The cool metal of the locker numbs my cheek while the rest of my body is on fire. “An egotistical dick who’s addicted to his phone and cares more about a buildingfull of strangers than a girl who’d depended on him to keep her safe.”
The hand stroking my backside pauses, and I take that opportunity while his defenses are down to duck out of his hold and spin around. I shuck my leggings and underwear all the way off and jump up on the bench in between the row of lockers. Aiden turns around to follow me, so I easily hop on board, wrapping my arms and legs around him before he catches me.
I grab the longer hair at the top of his head and pull it back, so he’s forced to look up at me for a change. “Are you going to fuck me this time, or am I going to someone else?” I snarl at him.
Aiden scowls. “Jackson isn’t here.”
“I’ve had sex with Kellan, too.”
His nostrils flare, and his eyes darken to pitch black.
Yeah.Didn’t expect that, did ya, buddy?
His lips crash into mine, and I moan at his sudden avarice. I try keeping control, but he sweeps it out from under me like he’d only been playing with me before. The lockers bang again when he charges me into them, using them to keep me from falling as his hands work his clothes down and out of the way. I hardly feel any of it, though, too consumed by the slashing heat of his tongue and the feel of his body against mine.
His dick glides along my folds, taking up the moisture that has accumulated there for himself. I grind into it, desperate to fill the ache inside. The head of his cock pushes at my entrance in a split second of warning before I’m impaled against the lockers. I cry out from the sudden stretch, but it quickly changes to a groan of pleasure as he rocks and grinds his hips.
I clamp down on his shoulder at the rush of pleasure that has my head spinning.
He slams into me again and again, clearly furious over something, though I can’t tell if he’s punishing me or himself.
But I’m not here just for the ride, so I use my elbows to push off of the lockers and throw my body into him, and he falls a few steps back. It’s close enough to the lockers on the other side that I plant my feet against them, grip his shoulders with both hands, and start fucking him right back. I throw my body up and down his shaft, my breathing hard and labored with the effort, butfuckyes.Now it’s his turn.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he groans, clearly still enjoying it as much as he may be pissed about it.
“Yup. Fuck you,” I rasp.
Aiden growls and uses the momentum from me shoving off the lockers to send us backward, then he drops me down against the bench and picks up where he left off. “No. Fuckyou,” he growls. I try to sit up, ready to try flipping the tables again, but his hand goes for my throat and squeezes tight, pushing my head back against the bench. My hands grab his arm on instinct when my air supply cuts off.
Panic rises in my chest, but the lack of air gives me a head rush. Then his slick fingers are massaging and playing with my clit, and my entire body tightens with need. He rubs it furiously, and it feels like my body is being stretched and bowed inch by inch on a pulley until his hand slaps down on it, and I snap at his command.
His hand loosens on my throat at the same time, and I feel likeI’m free falling off a cliff as my orgasm explodes through me. Aiden groans above me, but he sounds far off in the distance while I’m still falling apart to pieces. My body collapses back onto the bench as I gasp for air and blink to clear the black spots from my vision.
He has removed his shirt and is wiping my stomach clean. I look down and see that he pulled out and came on me, then drop my head back on the bench to focus on my breathing.
Now that I’m coming down from my high, reality sets back in. Like it always does.
I remember the words we’d been throwing at each other. How he’d spanked me. I’d liked it, but that’s not the point. He even won who was fucking who in the end, as much as I’d tried to prove to him I can’t be tamed.
“Would you know and trust me, then, if we were to fuck?”
Losing isn’t an option for me. I need to come out on top of this so he doesn’t think he’s won something.
