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I glanced over my shoulder and smiled. “Connor, Connor, don’t you think it’s poor manners to stick a dick covered with another’s slobber into me?”
I could see the dark intent in his eyes, and when they widened at my words, I couldn’t help feeling smug at having surprised him. He released me and took a step back, raising a single brow in amusement.
“You truly don’t understand the meaning of ‘fear’, do you?”
“I learned ‘fear’ in high school,” I said as I slowly turned around to face him. “I learned that the only thing scary about life, is the possibility of death.”
He flinched, his lashes lowering as he knew exactly what situation I referred to. “…Are you the one who sent that USB?” His lashes lifted. “Is this revenge for back then…Do you want to bring me down…Pig?”
Bring him down? Nothing of the sort, I wanted to destroy him mentally and physically and run his mind into the ground, and wring every last drop of his black soul from his body. Yet… there was something else that I desired, and I didn’t want to put a name to it yet, but it was surely something he feared more than the switch blade in my skirt pocket.
I tilted my head to the side. “I want a lot of things, Connor. One of those things, is to eat the pie my mother made for you.”
His expression became blank before he closed the space between us, wrapping his hand behind my head. He pulled me close, and with almost a desperate need to prove his domination and his ownership, he claimed my lips.
It was sloppy, wet, and nearly painful, but my chest became swollen with lust, and my heart rate increased immediately. My limbs felt tense as I melted into him. The delicious pain that made me wince, drove me to pant against his lips, his hands grasping at me like a drowning man. I ever the siren wishing to draw him deeper into the murky depths that made up my soul.
I would lure him in and attempt to bring him to darkest parts of what laid inside myself, and somehow I knew, that Connor wouldn’t run from it, or at least some part of me hoped he wouldn’t.
