“I can just bend you over and pretend you’re someone else,” I replied with a taunting smirk which I was hoping she’d smack right off of my face.
“Fuck you.”
“Yes please.”
“I wouldn’t touch your dick if it was the elder wand and Voldemort was stalking us through the fucking trees.”
“Again,” I said.
“What?”
“You mean, you wouldn’t touch my dick again if it was the elder wand and-”
Tatum’s fist slammed straight into my jaw and I laughed as pain rocketed through the bone. The girl seriously knew how to throw a punch and if it wasn’t the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen then I didn’t know what was.
She tried to advance but I shoved her back, using brute strength to keep her backed up against the oak.
“I didn’t mean to offend you, baby,” I teased as she snarled at me. “And I wouldn’t really pretend you were someone else while I fucked you. I’ll happily break all of your rules and mine just to see the look in your eyes as I fill you up and make you scream my-”
“You’d be the one screaming my name, asshole. And once I’d taken what I wanted from your body, I’d leave you to your lonely little existence and forget all about you.”
Ouch.
She swung at me again and I caught her fist in my grip, baring my teeth at her as I snatched her other hand too.
She let me catch it, then threw her forehead into my nose. I cursed as the blow took me by surprise, staggering back a step and giving her the space she needed to tackle me.
My back hit the dirt hard and I swore at her as she ripped her hands from my grip and started whaling on me. She wasn’t holding back and her punches were fucking brutal as they slammed into my ribs. I was totally fucking enraged, hard as stone, at her mercy and unable to allow her to win.
With a grunt of effort, I threw my weight forward and rolled us over. Her teeth sank into my shoulder like a fucking animal and I cursed as I got her on her back and fought to try and catch her thrashing limbs.
She tried to headbutt me again but I reared back to avoid it, snatching her wrist into my grasp and taking another savage punch to the side before I caught that wrist too.
She continued to buck and thrash beneath me as I pinned her down with her hands clasped in my grip, and locked against the dirt either side of her head.
“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” she growled as she finally fell still, glaring up at me in the dim light.
“I think that’s what you like about me,” I tossed back.
“I don’t like a single thing about you.”
I rolled my hips between her thighs and a moan escaped her as the solid length of my dick teased her clit.
“You’ve got a funny way of showing it,” I teased. “If you wanted me to dominate you then you only had to ask, baby. You didn’t have to go through the whole farce of fighting me. Although I will say that fighting with you is probably some of the best foreplay I’ve ever had, so I’m not complaining.”
“You’re seriously deluded,” she snapped, her chest rising and falling heavily between us as she tried to catch her breath.
“Sure thing. But when you’re ready to stop pretending, just say please and I’ll have you moaning in no time. You know I can be real generous with you when you beg.”
A snarl of pure fury escaped her and she snatched a hand free of my grip, punching me straight in the throat so that I reared back in surprise. The moment my weight lifted from her hips, she slammed her knee right into my balls and I wheezed in pain as I fell off of her and she scrambled away.
“I’m not begging you for anything, Kyan,” she growled as I cupped my junk and growled in agony and rage. “And you need to seriously get over yourself.”
She stormed away into the forest and by the time I’d shoved myself to my feet again, she was long gone.
“Wow,” Blake said, stepping out of the trees like some fucking stalker as I got to my feet, starting up a slow clap like an asshole. “Great job at fixing your shit with her.”
“Were you just watching us fight?” I asked irritably.
“Yeah. For a minute there I thought you were gonna start fucking and give me a real show,” he joked.
“Pfft. I think she’d sooner castrate me right now. She certainly gave it a good shot.” We turned away from the remains of the party and started off downhill towards home without even having to discuss it.
“You gonna sleep in with her tonight?” he asked.
“No,” I muttered.
“And there was me thinking a night of drinking and brawling would bring you two together again,” he said, shaking his head in disappointment.
“Well, no one could ever claim a date with me wasn’t interesting,” I said bitterly.
“There is that,” he agreed with a laugh and I rolled my eyes at him as we kept walking in silence.
Tatum Rivers was the most infuriating, intoxicating girl I’d ever met. I should have been glad to have pushed her away again, but of course I wasn’t. She was fast becoming my addiction. And I had to wonder how much longer I could go without getting my fix.
Kyan Roscoe was the most stubborn asshole I’d ever met. But he wasn’t more stubborn than me. And after my attempt to talk to him last night, I was done feeling bad
