“What we need is to protect the flag,” I counter, opening up his first drawer and grabbing a pair of tight boxer briefs. Fire races through my veins, but I try to smother my reaction before Vin notices.
“No, Violet.”
“I’ll just grab what I need and—”
“No.” Vin drops his hand onto the top of the dresser, effectively caging me in. I can feel his chest touch my back with each of his exhales. “I’m not doing this with you.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I answer stiffly, my back ramrod straight. My traitorous body wants to lean against his and consume his warmth, but I shut that shit down fast. I won’t give him the satisfaction.
“I’m not allowing it this time,” he continues, his breath tickling my ear. Goosebumps pebble on my skin at his close proximity, and I pray that he doesn’t notice. “I’m not allowing you to shut me out and ignore me again.”
I spin on my heel so fast that he staggers back a step, his arms dropping to his sides.
“You don’t get to decide that,” I hiss, jamming a finger against his sculpted chest. “You don’t get to hurt me and then act pissed when I hurt you.”
“That’s just the thing!” he shouts, hitting my finger away. Once more, he cages me against his hard, muscular body. My nipples pebble through the thin material of my shirt as he leans over me. “We’re in this cycle, Violet, and I want us to get out. I can’t stand not having you in my life. I don’t want to hurt you again. I never wanted to hurt you. All I have ever wanted was to be by your side, and you’re not fucking letting me.”
“I saw you,” I point out, unwilling to let this argument go. Jealousy seeps through my pores when I remember Cheryl’s lips on his. “I saw you with that…with that snake.”
“She kissed me,” he snaps, taking another step closer until his chest touches my own. “I didn’t kiss her back. I don’t want her lips anywhere near me.”
“Am I really what you want, Vin?” I question, tilting my head back. “Because I’m pretty damn confused right now. Sometimes, you act like you hate my guts, and other times, you act like—”
Before I can finish my rant, he presses his lips to mine.
Like you want to kiss the shit out of me.
Vin kisses me with a bruising intensity, as if he wants to claim and possess me. It’s hard and rough and dirty. His tongue tangles with mine as we fight each other for control. Instead of roses and rainbows, it’s swords and shields. Our kiss is an atomic explosion, decimating everything in the general vicinity but leaving behind new life.
He glides his hand under my shirt, pulling down my sports bra so he can palm my breast. His thumb flicks over my pert nipple, and I moan into his mouth. His lips leave my own to travel across my cheek and to my ear.
“You drive me fucking insane,” he whispers hoarsely.
I lower my hands from his waist and to his ass, giving it a tight squeeze. “Right back at ya.”
With a moan, he begins to kiss me once more, his cock hitting my pussy with each thrust of his hips. I continue to knead his ass cheeks before a wicked idea occurs to me.
Without breaking the kiss, I pull down his gym shorts and boxers until I’m touching bare flesh. His cock springs free, already dripping with pre-cum, but I pay it no mind. At least for now.
I pull my lips away briefly to spit on my hand, and Vin watches me in confusion.
“What are you—?”
His question turns into a hiss of air as I stick one of my fingers into his tight asshole.
“Fuck!” he curses, hips jerking.
“You hurt me, Vin,” I whisper, smattering angry kisses down his neck. When I reach the juncture between his neck and shoulder, I bite down. I don’t use my fangs—that’s not the point—but the low moan he releases tells me that he knows who the predator is in this scenario.
Spoiler alert—it’s not him.
I add a second finger to the first, breaching the tight ring of muscles.
“I don’t like you with other girls,” I continue, scissoring my fingers in his anus. “Even if they instigate it.”
“I’ll kill them all,” he moans, dropping his forehead to my shoulder. And I have to admit, the idea has merit. But alas, we can’t go murdering every female who looks at him funny. That’s a little too crazy, even for me.
“I love it when you get all psycho on me,” I purr, removing my fingers from his puckered hole. Before he can complain, I slap first one asscheek and then the other. His cock bobs, pre-cum dripping onto the ground, and I realize the kinky shit likes it. Smiling at my newfound knowledge, I spank him again, harder, and his eyes roll back into his head.
“Violet…”
“Say you’re sorry,” I hiss as he begins to paw at me. When I don’t move away, he eagerly pulls off my shirt and rearranges my sports bra so my boobs spring free. My nipples are beaded nubs, and he wastes no time in running his thumbs over them both.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, lowering his head to flick his tongue over my nipple. “I’m so fucking sorry. It’ll never happen again.”
“It better fucking not,” I hiss, grabbing his cock and giving it a quick, sure stroke. “I don’t know how many more chances I can give you, Vin. You hurt me twice already.”
“I’ll never hurt you again,” he vows as I press down on his balls. He hisses through clenched teeth. “I fucking promise.”
I let go of his cock and move my hand back to his ass. I spank him again, hard, and his cock jerks before his cum spills over the floor. He curses,
