“Hold onto your stripes, big boy.” She pushed at
him, and he let her, taking a couple of steps back. It was her turn to swing
him around, to shove him up against the counter and cabinet.
Now what? Good night, I’ve never taken
control before. What do I do with him?
How about what feels good? I
think this is what they refer to as anger-sex. Let him have it. All of it.
In this new realm of taking what she wanted and
putting a jerk in his place, it was as good an idea as any. There was no
pretense at seduction. No finesse. She kissed him again, starting with his lips
and working down to his chest, mouthing along the stripes that accentuated
swells of muscle.
She didn’t use just lips and tongue, but teeth
too, delivering little nips that might have been playful if she wasn’t so exasperated
with the son of a bitch. Her handling wasn’t gentle either, as she clawed at
him. Velia was so rough, she half expected Jape to armor his skin. He did not.
His breath grew loud with hers, and his hands fisted in her hair, making her
scalp sting where he pulled.
The smarting didn’t put her off. The effect was
opposite, warming her. And she was wet.
Don’t you deny me,
you overgrown bully. You took me from my planet, you act like a chauvinistic
pig, and you walk around naked with that body? You’ve got nerve.
Releasing from Carina Press on October 29. Available for pre-order now!
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