Not anymore.
Venom flashes in her gaze, but her lips stay sealed. I loosen my grip as her skin drains from red to white. She’s short. Compact. Tits perched high like peace offerings and an ass that could start a war.
But no one should underestimate the evil that can live inside small packages.
Weighing less than I thought, she squeals as I grab her waist and pull her into my chest. Her legs cling, and her arms anchor around me. Like she knows she’s already lost. Sliding over to the alcove, I don’t bother to see if that thin-dicked kid will protest. His legs would make a dog some decadent bones.
As I move, she grips my skin and thrashes, squirms, grunts… But I tighten my hold on her, even dig my fingers into her crack.
She thinks it’s her battle. But I command it.
That body? Never hers. It’s pleading for pain, and I’ll worship thewreckage.
Ashlyn’s shoulders hit the velvet-paneled wall with a thud, the breath knocked from her lungs. I steady myself between her thighs as one hand forcefully pins her wrist above her head. The other yanks her legs up higher, because that joint belongsto me.
“You’ve been looking for this all night,” I growl in warning. The skin on her neck erupts with goosebumps as I press my lips there. “Trying to make me jealous with that knockoff.”
Her jaw locks. Then—splat—the bitch spits in my fucking face. Hot saliva hits my cheek like holy water.
My cock stretches into a steel rod, throbbing and soaked from her arousal. With an inch of movement, I’d be fully seated inside her.
I laugh, low and sharp, then free her wrist to grab her baby cheeks and pinch them until her mouth opens. With force, I thrust a ball of spit right back—catching her tongue, her lips, her defiance.
Succubitch’s mouth still hangs open, so I crash into it, kissing her like a punishment. It’s primal as I pull her lower lip between my teeth until it swells. When I bite, a flood of blood flows across our tongues. She tastes…like summer.
Ones I want to forget.
I back off enough that she raises her hand and wails a palm across my face. It’s not playful. My head flips with the force of the blow. But when I look back at her, her beautiful eyes big and rounded, I only give her a feral grin.
Smack.
She gasps and grabs her heated cheek as my slap pierces the air like a gunshot. Her eyes flare with something that’s not quite fear—and possibly the opposite…
“Dick,” she sneers.
“You want to act like prey, baby girl? Then you’d better run next time. Far away from me.”
Hitching her up on my waist, her little legs hook around meeasily, and my fingers dig into her ass, spreading it. As I slide my needy cock through her heated core, her pussy lips hug my shaft. “But you came to get wrecked by a monster, didn’t you?”
Pain sears through my skull as she grabs the hair on the back of my neck, then seals her mouth to mine. It’s not kissing. We devour one another. Our muscles and skin and gums and lips and jaws battle like animals tearing at the same kill. Ripping myself from the suction of her siren’s trap, I sink my teeth into the delicate flesh of her neck, hard enough to leave my mark.
The demoness moans—or maybe she laughs. Perhaps both. Whatever it is, she soaks my cock, priming me to stab her pretty pussy to the hilt.
“You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.” With force, I grind into the cradle of her hips, voice low and lethal. “You think I’m gonna be soft like him? Gentle? Rub your feet after?” Her head knocks against the wall with a dull thud as I drive in closer. “That skinny bitch couldn’t make you come if he had a roadmap and spelled your name with his tongue.”
Snatching my hair, she jerks my head back, fire blazing behind her glare. “Neither did you.”
My vision blackens. I slam my full thickness into her—deep. Brutal. Making her feel every jagged edge of what she asked for.“Then let’s fix that.”
Her pussy istight…feels unused. But looking at how pathetic that kid’s size is, it makes sense. No, she’sneededthis for a while. Came here for this reason.
She yelps and, if it were possible, I grow harder as tears form on her lower lashes. I drag myself out, only long enough to hammer in and rip one of those cries from her again. My palm wraps around her throat to keep her steady. Every thrust of my hips pins her against the wall. Fingers twitch to let her know…I could end her any time I choose.
Painted nails claw at my skin, desperate for a hold, until Icrush her mouth with another bruising kiss. I won’t admit it, but the way our breaths fuse is unraveling me.
Releasing her neck, I spread those perfect ass cheeks and press a dry finger to her hole. Not wet. I don’t trust her not to bite me. Besides, the grunt she huffs in my face when I force inside the tight ring is beyond satisfying.
As is the sob she releases when I bite theotherside of her neck, a second mark. Her soft, perky tits push against my bare chest, sweat making our skin stick together. Like we are everywhere else.