Page 47 of Ruthless Dream

“Princess, you've got no idea what the fuck you’re doing.”

“Of course not.” Pain glitches over her face, quickly wiped away. I almost ease my grip on her. “I never have any idea what I’m doing. Don’t you know?”

Heat flares in my chest. Her perfume fills my nose, and my nerves are aware of how close we are. But something else is going on in her mind.

“Adeline.” I step back.

Her fingers grab my tie, and she pulls me back. Our lips smash together, and I’m gone.

I bite her bottom lip on instinct. Since the night I first met her, I’ve wanted to cause her pain. She gasps, her muscles jerking in surprise. I grip her tightly to me, sweeping my tongue into her mouth.

I wedge my thigh between hers, forcing her legs open wider. I’ll happily call her bluff.

She lets out a breathy noise. Surprise or confusion. I don’t care. She started this.

“You want to see my cock, princess?” I ask. “Want me to fuck away whatever bad day you’ve had like a good little boyfriend would?”

“I highly doubt you could.” She rolls her eyes even while panting, and the dismissal pisses me off.

My fingers bunch the fabric of her dress, pulling it up. Her leg wraps around my waist, and I can’t remember if she moved it on her own or if I did it.

She pulls me close again. The kiss is messy. It’s pent up rage. A mix of frustration at life and each other.

I’ve never had any problems with a hate fuck, and the fact that her family is somewhere in the building only makes it better.

“Be quiet,” I warn her, not admitting that every time she makes a noise under her breath my cock stirs. It’s painfully straining against my trousers. “Unless the princess likes knowing that people will hear her getting fucked.”

She does that adorable huff, trying to say otherwise.

I laugh in her ear, my fingers crawling over her inner thigh. She jerks when I run my hands over her seam, her underwear soaked.

“Maybe you want them to hear you,” I say. “You want them to come find you getting fucked by your boyfriend. Getting your cunt filled with my cum. Does the princess have a breeding kink?”

She bites the inside of her lip, emotions warring on her face. Her back arches, her chest heaving upward. I trail kisses down the curve of her neck.

I take her hand, forcing her to feel my erection through the fabric of my trousers. “Are you ready for this?”

She blinks wildly and I chuckle again, kissing her lips quickly. Her eyes are glazed, and there’s nothing but the sound of my zipper as she watches me free my cock.

I could watch her face all day. The way she blinks and stares and takes a shuddering breath.

But we decided to hate fuck in a semi-public place, and my cock is desperate. I spread her legs as wide as they’ll go, pulling her leg tight against my body. I try to sheathe my cock into her cunt, wanting to hit her deep.

“Fuck.” I struggle, working my cock a few inches into her. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

She stills in my hold, dazed.

My head drops into the crook of her neck. It takes shallow thrusts, her body struggling to take me.

Slowly I work into her, my head angling down when I spot the blood on my cock.

Everything stops.

“Adeline.” My chest rises and falls.

Her eyes are impossibly wide, her face otherwise blank.

I pull back. “You’re a fucking virgin.”