Page 156 of Monstrous Serpent

“You dragged me in here. Now you want me to go into my room to put my clothes away?”

“Got a smart mouth like our little Titan, eh.” His palm lands sharper this time. “Hamper. Now.”

I scoff and pull the blanket higher.

“Atlas.”

Yeah no, I’m not getting up. Well, my dick is fully up. But the rest of me? Staying right here.

Smack.

I groan, pushing back without meaning to.

When I still refuse to move, the asshole pinches me hard enough that I shoot off the mattress, rubbing my right butt cheek. “Really, you dickhead?”

“Do what you’re told the first time then.”

I stomp over to the corner, grab my jeans and socks, then snatch up my shirt on the way to the hamper. I throw everything in with too much force. “Happy now?”

His gaze roams over my body, stopping at my cock. His nostrils flare, pupils dilating.

“Like it?”

Hunter looks up, Adam’s apple bobbing.

Smirking, I walk back over and straddle him. “Gonna answer me?”

“No.”

“What the fuck do you mean, no?”

“You’re hurt.”

My eyes narrow as I sink my weight onto him, giving a slow grind as I do. “Want me to punch you again?”

He grunts, eyes fluttering. “Atlas.”

“Yes?” I grind on him again.

He fists the blanket, and I swear I'm about ready to slap him. “Hunter, put your fucking hands on me now.”

“No.”

“Why? And if you give some lame-ass excuse, I swear to fucking God I’m going to lose my shit.”

He doesn’t say a word.

“That’s what I thought.” I lean down, crashing my lips against his, forgetting about my split lip until the searing sting makes my breath catch.

Hunter doesn’t move, doesn’t kiss me back, his eyes narrowing in that “see, this is exactly what I mean” way.

Fuck that.

I bite his bottom lip, then suck it into my mouth.

He grunts, his hands finally grabbing my ass, squeezing, yanking me down until our cocks drag together and—fuck. His tongue pushes against mine, rough and demanding.

I moan and lick over his teeth, the roof of his mouth, fucking my tongue against his because I want all of it.