Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,83

pussy.

I lean in and whisper against her, “Now who’s the fucking liar?” I cup her and she rubs against me even as she growls.

“You’re a fucking coward,” she spits.

“And you are nothing.” Pushing a finger into her, I tighten my hold as her wet heat holds me snugly.

Pulling out, I yank at my shorts and kick them off while she glares at me.

“What, little Griffin got his wings clipped? Big fucking deal, get the fuck over it. It doesn’t mean you can be such a prick to everyone. No wonder you’re alone,” she yells, fighting me as I line up and slam into her.

Her tight, wet pussy clings to me as I gnash my teeth, and pull out before ramming back in, smacking her back into the wall as she wraps her legs around me.

“I will be back to being alone after tomorrow, you’re nothing but a quick fuck.” I lie, lying to myself and her as I hammer into her.

She grabs the metal bar above her head, stretching her body up, and the shirt flutters around her to show me her nipples peeking out. Leaning in, I bite one and leave an imprint of my teeth. She moans, long and loud, her pussy pulsing around me, making me groan as I pull out and thrust back in, her arse jiggling with the movement.

“Like I would ever accept you as a mate,” I sneer, loving it when she gets angry. I need her to be so that she fights me, so that she stays in this moment with me and doesn’t let me slide back into the memories. I need her fury, her rage.

Growling, her fingers cut down my back like claws, making me growl and lunge to bite the other nipple, matching the other with a red imprint of my teeth. She yells, her hand yanking my head back as she moves fast, her surprisingly sharp teeth biting into my neck, hard.

I snarl and grip her arse harder, no doubt leaving bruises, and speed up, my hips pistoning again and again as she screams, her pussy clamping around me, milking me.

I feel my balls tightening and my belly clenches as I explode inside her, making her take all of my cum as I still. Both of us are breathing heavily as I stare into her eyes before slipping out and dropping her to her feet. She stumbles, but I yank up my shorts and high tail it out of there. Her mocking laughter following me.

“Coward.”

She’s right. I am, because she fucking terrifies me. What kind of woman would just accept all my vile and hate, and keep pushing me? Making me spew everything out, all that’s in my head? Who is she to pull me from my pain and crazy, and make me feel?

I was so fucking wrong, she is not nothing. She is everything.

Leaning back against the wall with wobbly legs, I wince as the door slams shut as he leaves me alone down here. I wrap my arms around my chest and cringe at the liquid dripping between my thighs. What the hell just happened?

I only came down here because I woke up with a horrible feeling in my chest, like he needed me. It pulled me down here and I saw him trying to knock himself out, and it’s my fault?

Shaking my head in confusion, I look around and take in the space. I never realised there was a basement, but I don’t know how. It’s got a fucking firing range for god’s sake and a full gym. No wonder he was down here.

I mean, it probably didn’t help that Nos and I had loud sex. That couldn’t have been fun, but he hadn’t shown any real indication he cared. Even as he was spitting those horrible insults and words, his eyes begged for me. It’s like he doesn’t even know himself or what he wants.

Nos warned me, he told me he might be slightly off the rails because of the wing stripping, but I didn’t listen...yet, I wouldn’t change what just happened for anything. I loved it, loved his anger, both of us fighting. It was hot as hell and for some reason, the thought that he’s crazy only makes me more intrigued.

Maybe I’m the crazy one, not him.

Waddling because, well, after sex is never fun, I climb the stairs and head straight to the spare bathroom. Stripping out of the unsavable shirt, I give myself a whore’s bath in the sink, wincing as I