That I’m worthless? That you’re somehow better than me?”
The scruff of my jaw scratched her skin, my free hand sliding up the inside of her thigh.
“Please say those things,” I crooned, my voice so fucking deep I knew it vibrated against her bones. “I’ve always wanted to fuck this pretty little cunt while you’re abusing me with your words.”
Releasing her chin, I caught her and spun her toward the wall, my body trapping hers, my hand flipping her skirt above her waist just before I ripped off her panties. She was so fucking wet, so fucking angry, so fucking perfect for what I would do.
My mouth was to her ear again, my heart thumping in time with the angry beat of her breath.
“And what’s fucked up is you like this. You’re practically dripping for me already. I should have done it a long time ago.”
I laughed, my fingers slipping inside her and my cock straining against my pants when her eyes clenched closed, her mouth falling open.
“What’s the matter, brat? Did you not like what you saw today? Does it bother you that your money was made on the lives of fighters and the backs of the unwilling?”
My fingers pumped in a slow rhythm, stretching wider until I could slip three inside her tight hole.
Speaking with barely a whisper, I admitted, “I didn’t fuck anybody after the fight. That woman you saw? She’s paid. She wants to do what she does, chooses to do it. But that wasn’t the way your daddy did things. No, he wanted them to scream and cry when he came. I’m the one who fucking changed that rule.”
Pulling my hand away, I unbuttoned my pants and freed my cock, the head pushing against her pussy as tears slipped from her eyes.
“So, don’t you dare fucking judge me like I’m not worthy to lick your shoes. You’ve always been the lesser among us. At least I have a sense of worth that wasn’t built on the backs of others.”
Thrusting inside her with one hard shove, I buried myself to the balls, practically sipping on the scream that tore from her throat, part anger at what I’d said and part lust.
That’s the thing with bitches: they’ll pretend they want to be worshipped when the truth is they want to be stripped of their power and fucked dirty against a wall.
My hips slammed against her ass as I took everything I wanted, my adrenaline skyrocketing to finally fulfill what felt like a lifetime dream:
Fucking this woman until she shut the hell up.
“If I don’t have anything that you want, explain to me why your cunt is hugging my cock right now. Explain to me why soft little moans are crawling up your throat.”
I reached around her to circle my thumb against her clit, my hips driving harder and faster until she cried out with an orgasm, her pretty little pussy rippling over my dick.
I was growling, as I fought not to come inside her. “Now, tell me I have nothing to offer.”
She trembled as her body came down from the release I’d forced through her, and I chuckled to hear it.
“Be a good girl, and tell me you’ll play nice with others from now on.”
She nodded her head, but that wasn’t good enough.
My cock sunk deeper, balls tightening with the need to come.
“Say it,” I growled.
“I’m sorry,” she panted. “I thought-“
“I don’t care what you thought. Tell me you’ll be nice.”
“I’ll be nice,” she breathed.
I pulled out of her and slammed my hand against the wall as my release spurt down the back of her leg.
It didn’t matter what Lisbeth said.
I could always tell when the brat was lying.
It was time someone taught her the difference between being prideful and having bad manners.
Lisbeth
“So, now you know.”
Exhaling heavily as the mattress dipped beside me, I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall. I didn’t have to look at Holly’s face to know she was cautious about speaking to me.
I’d been a wreck when Connor carried me from the arena to take me back to the mansion, my legs lacking strength after fighting against him, my stomach working hard to expel what was inside it that I was dry heaving by the time he returned me to the family suite for the night.
But then the sickness subsided and something else took over, a part of me I’d forgotten over the years of running away from one nightmare only to crawl into another.