Page 60 of Vicious Impulses (The Capo and Ballerina)
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We return to the Bareiss Hotel still in a sour mood. Tensions are higher than ever as we ride the elevator and Nevaeh marches in front of me. Her short legs and limited stride means she has to put three times as much effort into staying ahead of me. Her stubborn streak pushes her to do so.
Inside our hotel room, she stomps straight into the bedroom and slams the door. I growl at the loud reverberation it sets off and then storm over to shove the door open.
“Don’t you go slamming doors in my home!” I bark.
“It’s not your home, it’s a hotel!” she shouts back. She stomps a foot in frustration, her hair a tousled, disheveled mess about her shoulders. Dirt streaks her once perfect peacoat and she has a scratch on her cheek from all the commotion maneuvering in the carriage during the shootout.
Truthfully, she looks beautiful even like this. It’s a distracting thought as I’m supposed to be just as pissed off as she is. I’m supposed to be seething and raging like the viciouscapoI am.
I give it my best shot.
“This is my home away from home—so while we’re here, you’ll play by my rules!”
“How can I forget? It’s always your rules. Always what you say. Always what you want. I’m so sick of having to do what you tell me to do! Never mind that I was just trying to help you!” she explodes, her petite body shaking with anger. She couldn’t intimidate a puppy if she tried. “Let me go, Caelian! Let me go back to the dance company where I belong!”
“You belong with me!”
“That’s only what you tell yourself,” she yells. “That’s the lie you repeat to convince yourself I’d ever want to be here with you!”
My temper shatters, my hand flying out, gripping her throat as I pin her to the wall. Teeth bared with fury pulsing, I barely restrain myself glaring into her eyes. “You’ve gotten too comfortable mouthing off,bella. You think I won’t put you in your place? Try me and find out.”
Though my hand collared around her delicate throat is more of a restraint method than a means to hurt her, she struggles to free herself. Her own temper is rising the more I refuse to let go.
“I can’t stand you!” she growls, then she knees me in the crotch.
Caught by surprise, I release her and groan. She darts to freedom like the nimble little creature she is. But I don’t let her make it far—as she attempts to scurry across the room, I’m scooping her up with one arm and flinging her down on the bed. She’s light enough that it takes no exertion at all. She kicks her legs out at me as I approach, even as I cover her body with my own and force a hand between her thighs.
“You want to fight,bella?” I grin, rubbing at her pussy. “We can fight in all sorts of ways. I don’t mind being a little rough if it means teaching you a lesson.”
I go to kiss her on the lips only for Nevaeh to smack me across the face. If anyone else had the audacity to strike me in such a way, they would be seeing stars; they would be swallowing their shattered teeth.
But, like with all things, Nevaeh is different. Her indignant smack against my cheek stings. Her normally sweet brown eyes glare up at me. Her breaths come out in fast puffs. Instead of feeling more furious, the tension shatters.
I release a throaty laugh and watch confusion flicker across her beautiful face.
“You’re frustrating,bella. You have no idea how I want to fucking punish you.”
“I’m… I’m not scared of you.” She puts on a brave face that further cracks through my temper and makes me laugh more.
“Fuck, I can’t stay pissed at you.” I grip her up and wrench her mouth toward mine in another attempt at a kiss. This one she doesn’t fight, giving in the instant my lips touch hers.
There’s no slowing down. We’re kissing and tasting each other, stripping off our clothes, and expressing ourselves with our bodies. Any feelings. All feelings.
The fight we’ve just had has us rough and passionate until Nevaeh’s stretched out in splits and bouncing on my dick. My naughty little ballerina takes me whole and scratches me up as if in her own form of punishment. Marks I gladly take fucking her deep and hard, pinning her into the mattress and making her scream out.
We don’t stop ‘til we’re spent in every conceivable way. We come together and then go limp, husking out heavy breaths, our bodies buzzing.
I drag Nevaeh’s mouth back to mine. “La mia ballerina cattiva. What am I going to do with you, Nevi?”
“You could stop scolding me for trying to help you.”
“But I don’t want you being reckless.”
Her hand glides across my broad chest, taking her time to think up her answer. “I won’t be… unless I have to. It was life or death, Cael.”
“You’re too brave. It’s fucking sexy… but frustrating too.”