Page 24 of Brutal Titan

Elliot

Sometimes, I should give some serious consideration to keeping my big mouth shut. It’s not likely to ever happen—the consideration or the follow-through—but I’d bet my left nut that the taunting redheaded vixen swaying on the dance floor is doing so just to torture me—and it’s working, a little too well. I can make digs at her, jack with her car, go out of my way to make her life miserable—and I’ve accomplished my goal, as promised—but all she has to do is look at another guy to make my life a living hell. No effort required. And she’s doing just that, making some bastard think he has a chance with her (and he probably has a better one than I ever had). But that won’t stop me from gouging his eyes out if I have to watch the sleaze stare a trail down her body. Just like him, I take in the tight jeans she’s wearing that accentuate all the right curves before moving to the thin strap of her shirt that’s fallen off her shoulder, leaving it bare. His seedy fingers stroke up her arm as she sways to the music in sync with him. Before I know it, my feet are hauling me quickly in their direction.

Her eyes dart to me, but I ignore her, my attention on him. I harshly clutch his grubby fingers, removing them from her arm. Tightening my grip, I jerk the asshole away from her, stepping between them. “Fuck off.”

A mixture of shock and fear covers his face as he steps back, quickly disappearing into the crowd. If the shitbag knows what’s good for him, he’s running out the front door and not looking back. If he were to look back, though, he’d see the most maddeningly beautiful girl in the world screaming profanities at me. Thankfully she’s drowned out by the blaring music, but it takes everything I have to not cover her mouth with mine. I can’t keep doing this all night. I’m the host of this bonfire and I’ve spent all night keeping an eye on her, watching as she’s enjoyed herself while I’ve tormented myself with recalling how her body felt against mine.

She finishes her colorful string of curses then spins to march off the dance floor. Against every smart thought in my head, I follow her. She halts, realizing I’m following, but I grasp her arms, hauling her along. I trudge down the hallway with a pissed off redhead in tow, and we get a few curious glares. Nothing I can’t explain away, but what I want to do to her, there’s no cover story for. Flinging the nearest bedroom’s door open, I shove her inside, slamming the door closed. Now that the music isn’t so loud, I can hear her yelling at me loud and clear until I step forward, covering her mouth with mine, finally fulfilling my need to feel her against me. I lean forward, my hands gripping her ass as her fingers cling to my shoulders. She tastes like sweet candy and strong whiskey and kisses me back, moaning into my mouth until her hands force me back.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she asks, fuming. Her angry pout makes me smile.

“You,” I whisper, brushing my fingers up her bare arm, hooking the thin strap of her shirt on my finger as I move it up onto her shoulder, situating it back in place. I lean forward, brushing my lips along her exposed skin, my tongue quickly flicking over the silky surface. I straighten, moving back to look at her.

“Stop it. I know this is part of your game. You wanted to make my life miserable, so don’t be a dickhead—turnabout is fair play.” She shoves against me as I stumble back. Quickly regaining my balance, I move behind her just as she pulls the door open a few inches. My fist slams against the door, forcing it closed, and Victoria freezes in place, her back to me.

Stepping forward, her body molds perfectly with mine as I bend down, whispering in her ear. “Who said anything about fair play?”

Dropping my mouth to her skin, I tease her delicate shoulder. Moving to her neck, she tilts her head to the side, allowing me even more access as my mouth nibbles along her soft skin. My arm wraps around her stomach, pulling her to me, my hard cock pressing against her sweet ass. What I wouldn’t give to be inside her.

“You can’t keep doing this to me. You can’t say what you said to me, tell me you don’t want me, then change your mind as soon as someone else might,” she says breathlessly, her hand reaching back and grasping the jeans covering my leg as she grinds against me.

Desire and fury jolt through me at the thought of that sleazebag’s hands on her, where mine, and mine only, should be. Gripping her hip, I turn her to face me. My fingers stroke over her ass, her piercing eyes lock with mine as her hands grip my shirt. Bringing my mouth to hers, I nip at her lip, teasing as I say, “Let me make it up to you.”

She starts to say something, but I cover her mouth with mine and slip my hand under her shirt, cupping her hard nipple against my palm as I squeeze her tit. Her body goes rigid when my mouth drops to her neck, my tongue tasting her velvety skin as her fingers dig into my shoulders. Holding me to her, she moans my name.

“I just want to touch you, Victoria. Let me make you feel good.” Shifting her to the side, I walk her backward until she’s pressed against the dresser. Turning her to face the mirror above it, I press my stomach against her back. “And I want us both to see how much you enjoy my touch.”

A wild need flashes in her eyes as my fingers reach down, unbuttoning her jeans before pushing them down along with her panties. There’re at least a million reasons I should stop, leave her alone but if I can’t stick my dick in her, I’ll make her moan with pleasure as she comes on my hand.

Her head drops back against my shoulder. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, one of my hands reaches in front of her, slipping under her shirt to clasp her tit as my other hand brushes across her stomach, moving lower to slip my fingers inside her.

Fuck, she’s so wet I’m about to lose my load just feeling her and watching her as she moans. Her weight rests on me as she leans back, sliding down just a little as I hold her in place, pumping my fingers in her pussy as my thumb rubs her clit.

I feel her tense up, fighting to let go and be vulnerable with me, enjoy what her body wants and what I need to give her. Pleasure to make up for a morsel of all the misery I’ve inflicted and will continue to inflict, even if I try my best not to.

“Let go, Victoria. Just relax and enjoy my touch.”

She goes stiff for a moment before relaxing back against me, fully basking in the sensations as her hips rock in motion with my fingers thrusting inside her. Fuck, she looks hot coming undone with my fingers inside her. I struggle to push the thought of how she’d look with my dick pumping inside her out of my head. Releasing her chest, my hand reaches up, grips her throat, squeezing. I pick up the pace with the other, working her as she comes undone, whimpering when she reaches her climax. Slowly I withdraw my fingers, stroking her pussy as I watch her recover from the satisfaction I provided her. And damn, it just makes me want to do it again along with so much more.

From the looks of her, she doesn’t feel the same way. All too quickly, her happy, gratified look morphs into unease. Turning, she holds her hands in front of her, shielding her body from me as she searches for her clothes.

“Victoria.”

She doesn’t respond. Instead, grabs her panties and jeans from the floor before quickly pulling them back on.

Grasping her arm just before she reaches the door, I pull her against me. Silently imploring her to look at me, her eyes fail to meet mine.

“Don’t just walk away from this, from me. There’s no way something could feel so good if it’s not right where I belong.”

“Nothing’s changed. It was a moment of weakness on both our parts, but nothing’s going to be different when we walk out the door to your awaiting audience.”

“I call bullshit. You want this as much as I do.”

“No, I don’t,” she whispers. Clearing her throat, she turns a pissy stare on me. “And you don’t either because if you did, you wouldn’t have spent years treating me like nothing but a tag-along sidepiece that is only necessary at your convenience for a quickie behind closed doors. Then, when you realize it might interfere with your precious friendship, drop me just as fast.”

“I didn’t get shit out of this quickie. Your come is on my hand.” It’s not totally true because I enjoyed pulling pleasure from her, but the way she’s dismissing what just happened strikes a raw nerve.

Embarrassment mixed with rage flashes across her face, and she looks at me through hooded eyes. “Good. Then it won’t be a problem for someone else to handle it next time and save you the trouble.” Shouldering past me, she jerks the door open, rushing away, but I follow her into the hallway.