Page 194 of Toxic Kiss

The anger is flowing off her in sweet, hot waves. It tastes like cinnamon candy.

“So which is it? Will you get on your knees like a good girl and take my cock out? Or are you going to keep pretending you don’t want this?”

I leave her no room to negotiate, and I half expect her to hit me. It’s there on her face, the war of needs. Resist or submit to her desires.

“I’m waiting.”

My mouth turns up at the corner as her nostrils flare. Fuck this is entertaining.

“How do you know I won’t bite your cock off?”

Running my thumb over my bottom lip, I take a beat to contemplate her words.

“You won’t. Show me your panties right now. Prove that you’re not already wet, then I may believe you. But we both know what you want.”

Haven tries not to fidget, but her thighs subtly rub together.

“You would’ve walked away already if you didn’t want me to fuck you.”

“Is that so?”

“It is. In fact, I’d bet every last cent I have that you’re soaked, achy, and trying not to touch yourself. You’re already picturing your lips wrapped around my cock while your tongue plays with my piercing. Can you see me coming down your throat? You want me to use you the way you’ve secretly fantasized about for years. Tell me I’m wrong.”

There is a dark burning passion in her beautiful green orbs. The anger and need collide in a toxic combination, and neither of us can walk away.

“And here I thought you wanted to turn over a new leaf. Be a better person and all that.”

“Oh, Butterfly…this is me being a better person.”

Haven gasps as I snatch her by the neck like a cobra and drag her forward. She grips my arm, and a tiny glimmer of fear flashes across her face.

“The old me…would happily rub my cock in your tears before shoving it down your throat.”

“There is something very wrong with you,” Haven rasps out.

I let her go.

“You’re probably right, but I promise that when I’m done, you won’t remember why you were ever sad.”

My eyes roam over her body. Her hard nipples push against the little black bra, and my muscles flex as my cock strains against my jeans. It’s taking all my effort to hold back.

“I really hate you,” Haven says, lowering herself to her knees while staring up at me.

“Love and hate run a very fine line. And we’ve always walked them side-by-side.” I grip her chin and tilt her head back further. “There it is. That’s the look I’m after. The one you try so hard to hide. The one that says you’ll let me ruin you if I ask.”

“You’re an asshole,” Haven mutters viciously.

“And you love it. You’re just as sick as I am. Now take my cock out. If you’re going to cry, it’s because I’m shoved so far down your throat that you can’t breathe. But you’ll never shed another tear for anyone else ever again.”

There’s a moment when it looks like Haven will get up and walk away. It’s a tight string of tension pulling between us.

I raise my eyebrow, silently ordering her to obey. And fuck, I can’t decide what will turn me on more…her compliance or her belief that she can leave, only to find out that there is no exit.

I’m so hard for her that every part of me aches with the craving. It’s a constant throbbing sensation. Haven tentatively pops the button and then lowers my zipper. She doesn’t even get it all the way down before my cock is bobbing in front of her face.

I push my jeans down and over my ass.

She reaches for me.