Page 148 of To Have and to Stalk
“Leave,” he growled, punctuating the words by grinding his cock into my stomach.
“No.” My lips brushed his lightly, and he groaned with the contact, grinding harder into me.
“I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Good.” His jaw was so tight, the muscle bounced. Eyes dark, heavy lidded, fingers bruising my scalp. He rubbed his cock against me like a crazed animal.
And yet he still wouldn’t give in.
“If you don’t have me,” I said, echoing one of our first conversations. “I’ll just find some other criminal who doesn’t have such an annoying moral code.”
I grabbed his bottom lip between my teeth, pulling it out with a pop.
“Little Maniac,” he growled, the sound vibrating through my blood and making my teeth tingle.
And then his lips stole mine.
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SHAY
Calder kissed me like he was trying to punish me. An angry, feverish tangle of tongue and teeth and lips and biting.
And it wasperfect.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, my own nails biting into his flesh.
“Didn’t I tell you not to be reckless with things that belong to me?” he growled, knotting my hair in his fist, tugging.
“What?” I gasped against the onslaught of his kisses, barely managing to get the word out. Calder’s grip slid from my hair and to my hips, bruising, and lifted me off the sink in one motion.
I wrapped my legs around him, never breaking the kiss while he carried me to the bedroom. He thrust me against the wall next to the bed. A painting rattled.
“Choosing me is fucking reckless, Shay,” Calder growled against my lips.
“No—” I started to argue when his hand moved between my thighs. A moment later, he slid his thumb inside me.
And…wow.
“Fuck, you fit so well in my hand.” He gripped my pussy, punctuating his words. “You fit perfectly with me.”
He growled it like he was angry, peppering me with furious kisses from my jaw to my neck, back up to my mouth.
“Eyes on me,” he snarled. One hand still inside me, he knotted my hair with the other and yanked me back to his eyes.
Then he finger fucked me.
His thumb curled up at the perfect punishing angle. His thrusts were almost violent. His gaze dark, jaw clenching tighter with each strangled groan he ripped from me.
Calder’s grip on my pussy was the only thing keeping me from falling to the ground.
It was like he was claiming me while simultaneously punishing me for that claim.
“You should have left,” Calder said. “Should have run far the fuck away from me.”
I wanted to tell him that he was wrong, but I couldn’t speak.
