Page 102 of Thorn Kiss
She hit my chest, although she was holding back. I knew she was holding back, because I’d seen her take down a grown manonce or twice in bars. I’d seen her fight a bride on her wedding day for calling Evie names.
“Is that all you got?” I asked. “Seriously? I didn’t think you’d go easy on me.”
This time, she hit me hard enough in the stomach that my breath whooshed out. A curse slipped free, but then I was crushing her mouth with mine.
Teeth sank into my bottom lip hard enough I snarled. The bolt of pain went straight to my cock and it swelled against my jeans, against her thigh.
June sucked in a breath. Her eyes held all the storms that had been haunting me the last few months. The desire I’d been strangling. The lust I’d been stomping out like embers under my boots. The raw need for her, to change our relationship from friends of almost twenty years to the woman I wanted to wake up next to every morning.
I wasn’t going to let her go. Not this time.
“Submit to me,” I growled.
“No,” she rasped. “Fuck you, Dallas. Fuck you for ruining everything. Fuck you for looking at me the way you do.”
“I can’t help it.Submitto me.”
“You can’t fucking make me.”
“I can’t?”
I yanked her shorts down in harsh, jerky movements. She writhed beneath me, her hurried breaths turning me on as I slid two fingers against her slippery cunt.
Fucking christ. She was soaked. My strength faltered for a moment, all my thoughts evaporating as I realized she was about to be wrapped around my cock.
“Oh baby,” I whispered.
She let out a helpless whine. Her muscles coiled with energy as she moved, gripping the wrist of the hand pumping inside her.
“Submit,” I demanded again.
“No.”
We were quickly pushing into CNC territory. I paused, breathing hard. I needed to check in. As much as I wanted to continue going full throttle, I cared about June. Hell, IlovedJune.
“June, is this okay?” I asked.
Her eyes flew open, sharp and glaring. “Yes,” she growled.
“I just wanted to check in. Do you know your safe word? You’ll tell me right?”
“Yes, I fucking know my safe word, Dallas.Fuck you.”
Okay, then.I fought a grin as I yanked my fingers away from her weeping pussy. I rolled her over onto her stomach, dodging a kick to the groin that would have ended me.
“I swear to god, June,” I huffed. “Submit.”
“Never.”
Never say never, baby.
I pushed her panties down, her ass gleaming beneath the moon. My hand pushed between her thighs again as she wiggled, my callused fingers brushing against her entrance. She moaned just for me, her body stilling, her breaths jagged.
“Holy fuck, baby. You’re so wet,” I groaned as she coated my fingers.
“No, I’m not.”
I pushed a finger inside her carefully, but it slipped in with ease, her pussy slick and ready.
