Page 12 of Defiant Queen (Mount Trilogy 2)
“No!”
Mount rips off his belt and releases the button on his pants before tearing down his zipper. His cock springs free between us and he fists it with one big hand, giving it a hard tug. “Don’t you tell me no.”
“Fuck you!”
He shakes his head as a wicked smile curves across his lips. He jacks his cock again before positioning the head against my opening. “No, Keira, I’m the one fucking you. The only one.”
I buck upward, trying to seize control of this power struggle and force him inside, but his hand prevents me from getting more than just the tip.
“Tell me you want my cock. Only mine.” He growls the demand through clenched teeth, like his grip on his sanity is slipping as fast as mine.
“Yes! Give it to me!”
With a roar, he buries himself inside me. He releases one of my wrists but keeps the other pinned over my head. As he drives into me, his mouth finds mine again, taking more than I ever expected to give, and giving me back something I never knew I needed.
His dominance is unquestionable as he powers inside over and over, each stroke giving me exactly the friction I need on my piercing to come.
“Not yet,” he orders.
“I can’t wait.”
“Yes. You. Will.”
Each word is punctuated by a thrust, but no matter what he says, I can’t stop myself from coming. I scream, his cock pulsing inside me as his orgasm is torn from his body at the same time as mine.
His one hand stays clamped around my hip, and his heart pounds in his chest hard enough to reverberate through my entire body. A bead of sweat from his forehead lands on my chin and slides down my neck.
I don’t know what happened in this room, but for the span of time it lasted, the only person who existed in my world was Mount. Everything and everyone else fell away.
Finally, he releases my wrist. I draw it to my chest, wrapping my fingers around where he gripped it.
“You hurt?”
I shake my head and whisper, “No.”
His forehead lowers toward mine, filling my lungs with his unique, addictive scent. “I swear I thought you knew it was me that night at the masquerade.”
The change of subject drags me out of this refuge and into reality with a cruel, abrupt jolt.
“How could you have possibly thought I wanted you—”
Before I can finish my sentence, his expression shutters, going completely blank before he levers himself off my body.
I was going to add because I didn’t even know you existed, but he’s already out of sight and my bathroom door slams behind him. I hear the toilet flush and then the taps turn on.
Moments later, Mount fills the bathroom doorway, his pants zipped and his shirt tucked in. His features are as forbidding as they’ve ever been. If I hadn’t been under him only minutes ago, my lips still bruised from his mouth, I’d have no clue he was the same man who just made me scream in ecstasy. His face is that horrible mask of granite. He’s completely shut down.
“Get yourself cleaned up. We’re leaving, and you still have a story to tell me.”
Mount
We ride back to the house in strained silence. I almost had V take her, but I’m not ready to let her out of my sight. I’m also determined to get the answers I want before this night is over.
At least three times, Keira opens her mouth like she’s going to say something, but she snaps it shut before a single word comes out. Neither of us is willing to give an inch. If I do, she’ll take a mile, and if she does, I’ll take a thousand.
When I make the final turn, V’s headlights flash behind me, indicating that he’s pulling into the garage where a few of the other cars are parked.
“You’re actually going to let me see where you live?” she asks, surprise in her tone.
