She shoves me back, hard.
I land on my ass, laughing loudly as I wipe her off my mouth with the back of my hand.
She’s still panting, tits heaving, mouth swollen.
“Is that all you’ve got?”She asks, challenging me.
Fuck.
I don’t even try to hide how my cock twitches.She fucks just like she fights—reckless, brutal, unapologetic.The same way she stood at the altar in black silk, daring the world to flinch first.And now she’s daring me.
I stand up, every muscle tense with the desire to ruin her completely.
She reaches for me first.Her fingers curl into my shirt, yanking hard enough to tear it open.Buttons pop and bounce across the hardwood in sharp, echoing clangs.She stares me down with those stormy blue eyes—eyes that burn, challenge, and command.Her chest heaves, breath ragged.Her lips part, trembling with something between fury and need.
“Tell me you want my cock,” I say, voice rough, low, threaded with threat and promise.
She bares her teeth.“No.I fucking hate you.”
My mouth curves.“Say it anyway.”
Her glare cuts straight through me.Then her eyes drop and her breath catches.She’s now focusing on the thick bulge in my pants, her pupils dilated with desire.She swallows hard.Her legs shift, thighs tightening as if she’s trying to hold herself back from grinding against nothing.
“I want it,” she says, every word carved from her throat, before lifting her eyes to mine.“I fucking want it… okay… you as-”
My mouth crashes against hers, hard and hungry, stealing whatever filthy insult she was about to throw.She gasps, and I take it as a fucking invitation.Her nails claw at my chest, scraping over skin.She kisses me like she’s trying to bruise my mouth, like maybe if she devours me fast enough, she won’t have to admit how much she wants this.
I grip her ass, lifting her completely off the ground.Her thighs wrap around me, full of heat, vengeance, and desperation.I slam her back against the nearest surface—a marble countertop.It’s cold as hell, and the stark contrast makes her shudder.
She bites my jaw, her breath hot.“You’re such a fucking asshole.”
“Still here, though,” I rasp, grinding against her.
She grabs my hair and pulls.“Take your fucking pants off now.”
I grin against her neck, teeth grazing her pulse.“Ask nicely.”
“Go fuck yourself,” she snarls.
I unzip anyway.Her eyes drop between us, widening as my cock springs free.Her pupils blow wide.She makes a low, wrecked whimper that shoots straight to my spine.
“Beg,” I tell her.
Her chin lifts.Serrano rage.Serrano pride.Serrano fucking venom.“Eat shit.”
I don’t answer.I thrust into her brutally, without mercy or hesitation.She screams out, her back arching off the counter.I grip her hips, holding her firmly, powerless against the force of every stroke.
“You want to fight me, Bella?”I breathe against her throat.“Do it.But you’re still gonna take every fucking inch.”
She moans and bucks up to meet me.
Challenge accepted.
She tries to keep it together.Tries to keep that mouth of hers full of venom, but every time I slam into her, the words fall apart.Just breathy curses.Broken moans.Filthy, defiant sounds that punch straight through my chest and grab something I didn’t even know was still alive.
I grip her thighs tighter, spreading them wider, angling her hips until she gasps."That’s it.Right fucking there."
“You still wanna fight me, Bella?”I growl, dragging my teeth along the shell of her ear.“You wanna keep pretending this isn’t the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to you?”