Chapter 61 Angry Enough to Want You
The question is out before I can stop it, but the second it leaves my mouth I realize how stupid it sounds.
Sure, he's been stalking me.
That’s how he knew where I was tonight. That’s how he managed to pull Jay away with one perfectly timed server alarm.
I cross my arms, trying to ignore the heat already gathering between my legs.
“I do not appreciate being watched," I hiss.
Even as I say the words, my heart is pounding hard.
The knowledge that he monitored me… that he’s possessive enough, obsessed enough, to track my location just to keep tabs on me is supposed to terrify me, like any normal human being. Instead, it does something thrilling that makes my thighs press together.
“I do not appreciate being ignored,” he counters, in a rough, and utterly unapologetic tone. “All my texts. All my calls have gone unanswered, Scarlett. You think I was just going to sit in that penthouse and wonder where the hell you were? Or who you were with?”
Lawrence's jaw flexes like he’s barely holding himself back.
The air between us crackles.
I am furious.
Boy, am I furious. But I'm also…
God, help me, I'm also fucking turned on.
The Maybach keeps moving through the streets, but the world outside the tinted glass might as well not exist anymore.
Without speaking, Lawrence simply reaches over and presses the button for the privacy partition, cutting us off from Elias.
For one insanely charged moment, we stare at each other, unmoving.
Then his voice drops to a tone that dives straight between my legs. “You let another man put his mouth on you tonight.”
“It was a kiss on the cheek. Get over it.” I mutter dismissively.
Lawrence's eyes burn even more furiously as he continues speaking. “I think it’s time I remind you who the fuck you belong to.”
His gaze drops to my mouth, then slowly climbs back up to my eyes. Before I can take my next breath, he moves across the seat and crashes his mouth to mine.
I don’t fight it. I can’t. I move into his lap without wasting a damn second.
Thank goodness I wore the flared mini dress to the office today instead of one of my usual pencil skirts. The fabric gives easily as I settle over him.
His hand fists my hair while he kisses me like he’s starving. Anger, possession, and raw hunger pour into every stroke of his tongue, every press of his lips, making him groan into my mouth.
I feel it between my legs.
“You are fucking mine,” he hisses against my lips, his hand going down to grip my ass hard. “Mine to kiss.”
He starts gathering my dress, bunching it higher and up my thighs.
I shiver violently as cool air hits my skin.
“Mine to touch,” he growls darkly.
The warmth of his palms races over my bare thighs once the dress is gathered up around my waist in a messy bunch.
Then his fingers slip under the edge of my underwear, and I hear a sharp rip.
“Mine to fuck.”
He yanks the ruined piece away and tosses it somewhere into the shadows.
When one of his fingers pushes inside me, a starved moan escapes my throat.
I cling to his shoulders as my forehead drops against his.
Lawrence chuckles so arrogantly, satisfied by my reaction, it makes my core clench around his fingers.
“Mmm,” he rasps against my lips, pushing those fingers deeper. “So wet already, baby? Even when you’re pissed at me?”
His forehead stays pressed to mine, our hot, ragged breaths mingling.
“So you want this too.”
I can only nod, frantically shifting my hips forward so he can push deeper into me.
“Tell me,” he demands roughly, catching my earlobe between his teeth and sucking.
“Tell me what you want, Scarlett.”
“I want…” The words break as he adds a second finger, pushing deeper.
My thighs tremble. “I want you…”
“Yes?” He encourages, patiently listening for what I have to say next.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“What happened to your manners?” He teases.
“Please,” I add softly.
“Good girl.”
His other hand threads through my hair, tugging my head back so he can lick all over my throat again.
I’m grinding against his hand, following the gentle thrusts of his fingers and enjoying the wet, hungry sounds it produces.
“Lawrence,” I moan, and he slows his rhythm, his thumb barely brushing where I need it most.
I think he's doing it purposely. Maybe as punishment for having dinner with Jay, or whatever. I don't know.
Grinding against him again, I lean forward and take his earlobe in my mouth, biting down on it softly.
Lawrence has sensitive ears, so doing something like this will only turn him on more.
The immediate groan of pleasure that follows is proof.
“Don't you want to fuck me?” I purr, staring at him as I grind harder against his cock. “Don't you want to be inside me? Mm?”
I don't wait for him to reply. “If you won't give it to me, then I'll take it.”
His green eyes grow feral, and he withdraws his fingers.
I fumble with his belt, like a mad woman. The stupid thing won't give way. I don't understand why they have to make it this complicated because it's designer.
He growls impatiently and bats my hands away, yanking the buckle open himself.
With one rough pull, the zipper comes down, and then I’m reaching inside, wrapping my hand around the thick, hard length of him.
He’s so hard and hot, pulsing in my grip. And the knowledge that he’s going to be inside me in seconds makes my cunt contract around nothing.
A groan leaves his throat as I stroke him gently, pressing a kiss to the head.
“Scarlett, fuck," he groans, pumping into my fist.
I rise up on my knees, and Lawrence’s head falls back against the seat as I guide him to my entrance.
His hands grip my hips to keep me steady.
"Keep your eyes on me,” he orders.
I look at him, our eyes locking as I sink down on his cock, letting the nicely shaped cap breach me.
The stretch hurts in a good way; I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming.
Slowly, I take him until he’s buried to the hilt and we’re both shaking with the need for more.
“Fuck,” he groans again. “So fucking tight.”
He fills me up so well; I feel overwhelmed.
But still, I need more.
I start to ride him, bouncing up and down on his cock like I haven't had dick in my life before.
My head is thrown back, my eyes shut in concentration as I alternate between rocking my hips back and forth and perching on my toes to slam down on his length.
Each time I do that, the base of him rubs against my clit, filling me with a mind-numbing pleasure I soon get drunk on.
Lawrence's hands push my dress higher until he has a prime view of my pussy.
I feel exposed momentarily, but I don’t care.
He pulls my mouth down towards him and kisses me as he takes charge, thrusting up inside my tight needy cunt.