Page 555 of Lessons in Cruelty

I can do it.

She’s too weak to stop me.

But even though my chest constricts at the thought she might say yes, I push out the words.

“Should I stop?”

She studies me for a second and then shakes her head.

Our mouths meet, softer this time but still hungry. Lips sliding warm and wet against each other, tongues tangling, hot breath mingling. She shifts forward, grinding the heat between her legs against my dick, making us both moan at the friction.

She gasps when I rake my fingernails over her leggings, and again when I slip my hand behind the waistband. A shudder rips through me when I slip a finger inside her and feel how wet she is for me.

I draw back, intently watching as I stroke my fingers over her pussy. Watching her eyes roll, her eyelashes flutter, her lips part on a silent gasp.

She’s so ready for me, I could just shove inside her and she’d take every inch. So willing to fuck, even out here.

Just like the slut she⁠—

I grind out the thought with a savage flick of my head. I grab the waistband of her tight pants and rip them down her legs. They barely go down to mid-thigh because her legs are still wrapped around my waist, but it’s enough for me to access her pussy.

“Kai?” She frowns at me like she doesn’t like what she sees on my face anymore.

Anger? Resentment? Confusion?

Who the fuck even knows?

I don’t give her a chance to pore over my insecurities. “On your knees.”

She hesitates for a second and then slowly obeys, shifting her weight until she’s hovering awkwardly over my lap. I spread my legs, giving myself more room so I can grab the base of my cock and keep it aimed straight at her slit.

“You’re gonna fuck my cock,” I grate out, jaw clenching as I try to keep out all the intrusive thoughts trying to sledgehammer their way into my mind. “If you do it right, I’ll let you come.”

She throws back her head for a laugh. “You’ll let me?”

I use my sticky hand on purpose when I grab her hair, twisting it, using that grip to wrench back her head. “Did you really think this was a free vacation? Earn your keep, Miss H, or you’ll be hitching your way back to Agony Hollow.”

Her eyes flare—not with pain, but shock.

I buck my hips up, shoving just the tip of my cock between her legs, holding back a curse at how hot that wet cunt of hers feels. “Now.”

“What made you such an asshole?” Her mouth is a thin line as she glances past me at the beach house. “Was it included in the jet ski’s contract?”

The jab should have KO’d my erection. Should have made me want to shove her aside, not shove my way inside.

I’m sure a therapist would have a field day trying to figure out why the look of cool-eyed disgust on her face sends so much blood to my dick I feel like I’m going to pass out.

“Slow and steady.” I don’t even recognize my croak of a voice.

She lifts her chin, glaring down her nose at me as she slowly lowers herself onto my cock.

“Jesus,” I grit out, the hand locked in her hair shaking.

“You like that?” she asks dryly, like her pussy didn’t just swallow my cock like a fucking boa constrictor. “How about this?” She swirls her hips, and I can barely keep my eyes from sliding shut, never mind score her technique.

“How slow do you want it, Kai? How deep?”

“Fuuuck,” is all I can get out as she lifts herself a few inches before sliding down my length again.