Page 24 of Scoring the Orc
But I want another taste of this man.
And as I stare up at him, his massive hand wrapped around my wrist, I wait for the sharp words that will only stir up the frenzy in me, already wanting the release only he can give me. Only after he works me up into a red-hazed level of anger will he rip my very soul from my body and as much as I hate him and me for it…
I want him to do it to me again and again until the pleasure bleeds the loathing from my limbs.
16
JURTO
Ican’t fucking think straight around this girl.
She works me up into such a rage that all I can feel is the violence pulsing through my body. It looks for an outlet, even as the blood rushes to my cock, begging for me to unleash it on her.
Gritting my teeth, I rip the flowers from her hands. “Hey!” she tries to protest. “I need those–”
I toss them to the ground as my free hand covers her mouth. “I don’t give a fuck what you needed them for. What you need is to learn your lesson.”
Her eyes grow wide for a second before a scowl mars her face, the defiance snapping back in place. She tries to jerk back from me, but I hold her in place with my hand wrapped around her wrists, reminding her who is in control.
But that doesn’t stop Emilia. She jerks and fights like her life depends on it, and I huff, growing more and more agitated. But also, the fire in her sends arousal pouring through my body, making it hard to think of anything besides making her jerk and twitch from the pounding I give her, too consumed with pleasure that it’s almost painful.
I drop my hand from her mouth, and she immediately tries to protest. “You can’t just?—”
“Shut up,” I snarl, my patience snapping. “You never shut up.”
In one swift motion, I fist her hair, pulling her head back and dragging her in for a deep, punishing kiss. Her lips part in surprise, and I seize the opportunity, my tongue invading her mouth with a ferocity that leaves no room for resistance. She tastes sweet, like defiance and something intoxicating, something that makes me want more.
At first, she pushes against me, her hands on my chest trying to shove me away. But I deepen the kiss, my grip on her hair tightening, and slowly, I feel her resistance melting. Her body relaxes against mine, her hands sliding up to clutch at my shirt.
She succumbs to me, her mouth moving in rhythm with mine, and I can feel her need matching my own. The kiss is a battle, a clash of wills, but it’s also a surrender, a giving in to the undeniable pull between us.
I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, my breath ragged. “This is what you do to me,” I growl, my voice thick with desire. “You drive me fucking insane.”
Her eyes are wide, her lips swollen from the kiss, and for a moment, she looks as though she’s about to say something. But I don’t give her the chance. I capture her mouth again, my kiss demanding and possessive. She moans softly, and the sound shoots straight to my core, making my already hard cock throb with need.
I press her back against the wall, my body pinning hers in place. She’s trapped, and the realization only seems to heighten her arousal. Her hands move to my hair, tugging me closer, and I deepen the kiss, pouring all my pent-up frustration and desire into it.
Our kiss is violent, teeth and tongues warring for dominance, and when we finally break apart, I snarl in her face. “You need to be punished.”
And to my surprise, she doesn’t fight me. Her teeth roll over her swollen bottom lip, her pupils blown wide and her skin flushed…
Almost like she wants it.
It ignites something primal within me. I can barely contain the surge of power and desire that courses through my veins. I need to claim her, to mark her as mine in every way possible.
Without another word, I spin her around, pressing her front against the rough stone wall of the garden. My hands move with a purpose, one gripping her wrists and pinning them above her head, the other trailing down her back, feeling the curve of her spine through the thin fabric of her dress. She shivers under my touch.
“Do you know why you’re being punished, Emilia?” I growl into her ear, my breath hot against her skin.
She hesitates, her body tense. “Because I spoke back to you,” she whispers, her voice trembling.
“Good girl,” I murmur, and for a brief moment, I let my hand caress her hip, a fleeting touch of reassurance. “But that’s not the only reason.”
My hand moves lower, lifting the hem of her dress slowly, exposing her bare thighs to the warm air. “You need to learn who’s in control,” I continue, my voice low and commanding as I pull the hem up over the curve of her backside. “And who you belong to.”
I bring my hand down hard on her ass, the sound of the slap echoing through the garden. She gasps, her body jerking forward, but I hold her firmly in place. “Count,” I order, my voice leaving no room for disobedience.
“One,” she breathes, her voice strained. I’m shocked she doesn’t argue at all. In fact, she juts her ass out a little farther, like she wants me to do it again, and I damn near blow in my pants then.