Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

He pushes me against the wall. His mouth is hot and
demanding. His big hands rove all over me, squeezing and
fondling, staking a claim.
My arms find their way around his broad shoulders. I kiss
him back, just as hungrily as he’s kissing me, my ambivalence
pushed aside for the moment. The sheer pleasure of tasting
him and feeling him against me suddenly takes priority over
everything else.
I can hate him later. Right now, I’m out of my head.
This—this is why people make bad decisions in love.
This feeling of euphoria. This pulse-pounding, skinburning,
soul-baring feeling of being so completely alive. This
pleasure that starts as an ache and explodes into fireworks with
something as simple as a touch.
This raw, bone-deep sense that no matter how wrong it is,
it’s still overwhelmingly right.
Kage thrusts his hand underneath my dress and between
my legs.
Into my ear, he says gruffly, “Go ahead. Tell me you don’t
want me. Say you don’t want to see me again. Tell me any lie
you want, but this sweet pussy will tell me the truth. You’re
soaked right through your fucking panties.”
I want to scream in frustration.
But only because he’s right.
When he takes my lips again, I moan into his mouth. It
makes him growl. He kisses me deeply, rubbing his hand
against my panties, until my body takes over and my hips start
to move.
Cheeks burning, body shaking, I part my thighs and rock
against his hand.
He says hotly into my ear, “You want my mouth, don’t
you, beautiful girl? You want me to eat this wet little pussy
until you come on my face.”
I mumble a denial. It only makes him laugh.