Page 71 of Villainous Intent

I caught both of her wrists in one hand, pinning them to my chest. “Unfortunately, you were right. I’m not known for taking no for an answer, Bishop.”

She struggled against my grip. The fight was a useless expenditure of energy, and we both knew it. My strength made her resistance performative.

“You don’t know me,” she spat, her glare burning with beautiful fury. “You read a few files and stalked my browser history. That doesn’t mean you know what I want or what I need.”

I gave the barest brush of my lips against hers. “Liar.”

Before she could give me another empty denial, I moved. I wrapped my free arm around her waist and used my grip on her wrists to yank her forward. The chair spun away, clattering against the adjacent console as I hauled her directly into my lap. She landed hard, her legs falling on either side of my hips, straddling my thighs.

She fought instantly. Her muscles locked, twisting and bucking against my hold, but the struggle only served my purpose. I forced her hips flush against mine. Through the layers of our clothing, the rigid length of my cock aligned with her cunt and I rolled my hips up, grinding into her.

She gasped, the sound fracturing in her throat. I didn’t give her time to recover. I dragged her mouth down to mine, claiming her lips in a bruising kiss. Her teeth clamped down on my lower lip and I moaned. Fuck, I loved her viciousness. Every ounce of her resistance just fed the feral hunger clawing at my insides.

She wrenched her mouth away, her chest heaving against my armor. “You don’t even have the decency to bleed.” She glared at the unbroken skin of my lip.

“Is that what you want, Annie?” I crushed my mouth to hers again. This time, I bit down on my own lip, applying enough pressure to tear the tissue. The sharp, metallic tang of copper flooded my mouth. I forced my tongue past her teeth, making her taste the violence she craved.

She froze, startled, and I used the distraction to drop my hands to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh hard as I dragged her hips down in another relentless grind. I tore my mouth from hers, burying my face in the curve of her neck. I bit down hard, marking the skin with my teeth.

Annie cried out and rolled her hips down against my erection. She wanted the violence. She craved the exact thing she desperately tried to fight.

She wrenched one hand free from my grip and her palm cracked against my jaw in a sharp, stinging slap.

I surged upward, taking her with me before driving us both to the floor. I settled my weight directly between her spread thighs, pinning her beneath me. I rolled my hips flush into hers, pressing the ridge of my cock right against her.

Annie moaned, her head falling back against the tiles.

I pulled up just enough to look down at her. “Are you really going to look me in the eye and deny that you want me to rip these clothes off and fuck you right here?”

She stared up at me, her chest heaving, her breath mingling with mine. “Wanting something and doing something aren’t the same thing.”

Christ, she looked magnificent. Her hair fanned out in a chaotic halo around her head while my blood stained her lips. She looked wild and beautiful.

“Then you admit you want this,” I murmured, staring down into her flushed face.

Annie pressed her blood-stained lips together in a stubborn, mutinous line. She refused to give me a single word, banking on her silence to act as a shield.

I rolled my hips, driving my cock directly into the cradle of her thighs and her head fell back again.

“You aren’t fighting me, you’re fighting yourself,” I told her, my voice dropping to a gravelly rasp. “You’re terrified of saying yes.”

“You’re offering me nothing but destruction,” she gasped. Her fingers curled into my armor. I wasn’t sure what she wanted more, to push me away or pull me closer.

“I’m offering you exactly what you crave.”

I shifted my weight, freeing my right hand, and slid it down between our bodies. I dragged my knuckles over the denim of the jeans she’d pulled on, popped the metal button, and shoved my hand beneath her waistband.

Annie thrashed, her hips bucking in a surge of resistance. She shoved at my chest, twisting her torso, but I simply pinned her in place with my body weight and slipped my fingers beneath her panties.

The second my fingers brushed against her folds, the fight drained out of her.

She gave a needy little gasp as her hips arched off the floor, shoving her pussy directly into my palm.

I ran my fingers through the slick heat of her and found the hard little bead of her clit. I circled it once, before stroking back down to her entrance. I ground down on her clit with the heel of my palm as I finally pushed my finger into her cunt.

“Fuck,” I hissed, thrusting my finger into her. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

I’d barely gotten to touch her last night but now her cunt was squeezing my finger like she wouldn’t ever let go of it. Annie didn’t even seem to realize she was bucking her hips, urging me to fuck her faster.