Page 116 of How to Kill Your Rival

‘I said run.’

She kicks into gear, her perfect arse jiggling as she runs away from me. And I go after it like the cartoon lion in Madagascar when he sees a steak. Wanting to sink my teeth into her.

I catch her as she wades through the stream, pulling her into my arms and wrestling her down into the water near the edge.

She bites.

So do I. Leaving red circles on one another as we sink into something feral. Claiming. Pain mingling with pleasure as we roll and fight. I hiss through my teeth when she drags her nails down my back hard enough to make me see stars.

There’s nothing gentle in our tussling. She gains a little freedom, dragging herself through the mud until I launch myself on top of her, flipping her over and spreading her thighs with mine. Gripping her thighs, she flips me onto my back and presses down on my cock until I’m gasping, swallowing me into her heat.

‘Stop smirking,’ she says.

‘I’m not smirking.’

‘You’re acting like you’re fucking me. I’m fucking you.’

‘Sweetheart, only because I’m letting you.’ It’s a lie. She’s strong. But I love the way it makes her scowl.

She looks down at me. ‘I hate you.’

‘Lies.’

‘I hate your face.’

‘Lies.’

She shifts her hips and groans. ‘But I love your dick.’

Digging my fingers into her hips, I lift her an inch before slamming her back down on me.

‘Oh God,’ she mutters.

‘Sweetheart, you can call me God anytime you like.’

‘If you can divert any of your big head to the one downstairs, I’d be most grateful.’

With a grunt, I flip her, pinning her in the dirt and thrusting viciously inside her. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulls my mouth to hers, sliding her tongue against mine and giving whimpers that make me lose my mind.

‘Marry me,’ I whisper against her mouth when the kiss breaks.

‘You can’t propose while you’re balls deep inside me,’ she says, moaning low as I thrust harshly.

‘Why not? I intend to spend the rest of my life right here.’

Reaching between us, I circle her clit with my thumb.

‘You’re supposed to get on one knee…’

‘And you’re supposed to say yes.’

Then she’s rolling us again, straddling me with dirt across her cheek as she rocks her hips.

‘Fuck,’ I moan as she pins my hands above my head with one hand and touches herself with the other. I could get out, of course, but where’s the fun in that?

‘Will you marry me?’ she asks, her hips jerking.

‘Hell fucking yes.’

She laughs and dips to kiss me as I flip her once more.

‘Then let’s do this, Mr Hamilton?’

‘Oh, you think I’m taking your name?’

‘Obviously.’

I pretend like I don’t want that, but there’s no denying I do. To finally be hers. And theirs. Right down to my name.

‘I’ll fuck you for it. First to come loses the name.’

The deviant look in her eyes tells me I don’t stand a chance, and the immediate grip of her cunt assures me of it.