Page 154 of I’m The Worst

My grip tightens. I toss her onto the bed.

Her small body bounces on the mattress, my shirt riding up her thighs, barely covering her ass. She props herself up on her elbows, breathing hard. Lips flushed from my mouth. Dark eyeliner smudged. Ponytail half-undone.

Fuck. She looks good.

I drag her back toward me by the ankles. Her thighs spread around my hips as she tries to kick weakly. Catching her knees, I shove them open wide, yanking her down the mattress until her back hits the sheets again.

My eyes drop between her legs. She’s completely smooth.

“Shame you waxed that pretty cunt. I liked it better with that soft little patch of hair.”

I grab the hem of my shirt and rip it open in one clean pull. Her soft tits bounce free. My cock hardens instantly at the sight of her puffy, sensitive nipples.

Perfect.

I crawl over her, caging her beneath me. The taste of her mouth burns on my tongue. She tries to push me off.

“Stop being a fucking asshole.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders, but I catch both wrists and pin them above her head with one hand.

“You know how to make me stop, solnyshko.”

She glares up at me, hips squirming beneath mine. My cock presses heavy and demanding against her stomach.

“Wolff,” she rasps, and the sound makes something dark and hungry uncoil in my chest.

I lower my mouth to her throat and drag my tongue slowly over her racing pulse. Her body shudders, back arching. I bite down, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, then lick over the sting.

“Fuck you,” she whispers.

I grin against her skin and bite her again—harder.

“Careful. I’m already in a bad mood.”

Her thighs tighten around my hips, her glare sharpening.

“There she is. That’s the fucking girl who kept me awake for eight goddamn weeks.”

I grip her throat enough to feel her pulse hammering wildly beneath my palm. Her breath catches.

Mine too.

Fuck.

“Tell me your safeword.”

“Wolff—”

My hand tightens again. “Safeword.”

“Jackal.”

The second the word leaves her mouth, something gnawing and unfamiliar settles inside my chest. Even after everything, even after I tried to cut her out of me, she still trusts me. I fucking hate what that does to me.

“Good girl.” I lower my mouth beside her ear, breathing her in. Sweat. Perfume. AJ.

My free hand slides up her thigh, fingers brushing her soaked pussy. She’s dripping. I press two fingers against her slit, spreading her open, teasing her entrance while her hips jerk desperately against my hand.