Chapter 60 At gianni´s party
My feet picked up the pace, not daring to let her get too far ahead. When I caught up, she looked back, then sprinted into a run herself.
“Fuck off!”
“You heard Ocio, you are still mine! The bond will heal.” “I don’t want it to!”
This woman.
In the water, this wouldn’t have been a chase. I was faster than her any day. I was a predator meant to take down any prey. The only creatures that could outswim me would eat me in one bite.
The need to establish my dominance over my quarry filled me. She questioned my claim. Big mistake.
Every muscle in my body was put to work as I closed the distance between us. Her breathing grew harder as she worked triple time to keep me behind her, but that sweet scent of desire filled the air.
She liked it when I hunted her down and made her submit to me. She was a brat that wanted an attitude adjustment. She wanted me to prove she was mine. I was the beast for the job.
I tackled her to the ground hard enough we slid across the dirt. I pinned her neck to the grass. She gasped in excitement and pushed her ass back against my already hard cock.
“Where the fuck do you think you can go that I won’t find you?” “I’m running an errand, you dick.”
“You lying bitch.”
She’d changed clothes into something I would believe came from her closet. The tight black skirt had ridden up as she ran, showing me the red lace panties she wore underneath. A grin tugged its way onto my face. “Where could you possibly be walking to?”
She scoffed. “Don’t worry about me.”
“You were taking a walk in this short fucking skirt?” I slapped her exposed ass with a loud pop that satisfied me. The bloom of red that covered her porcelain, perfect skin was an absolute dream. I popped it again so I could watch the outline of my fingers form. She whimpered and her desire drenched the air.
I slid her panties to the side and slipped my finger into her tight cunt. So warm and wet, hugging my fingers like a vise. Ugh, was there a place more perfect? I didn’t think so. The fact she might claw my dick off with the wrong remark added an adrenaline factor I loved.
She moaned, pushing her hips back with the thrust of my hands. “Kam.”
This was how she was supposed to be. This was where I belonged. As she began cresting, she mewled out delicious sounds of desperation, and right as the beginnings of her orgasm started, I withdrew my fingers and ruined it. She cried in dismay, thrusting her hip back to finish herself off. “Did you think I forgot you walked away from me earlier, bitch? Get back in my house. Now.”
She glared over her shoulder at me. “You have the audacity—”
“I said to fucking move.” I put as much bass in my voice as possible.
“Make me come or I won't go anywhere.” She hissed at me. It was cute that she thought she had a choice. I jumped up and tossed her over my shoulder. “You limp dick…”
I ignored her screamed insults while she scratched my back to hell. Every slice of her nails made my cock jump in my trousers. Everything she did turned me on; her ass wiggling next to my face as she struggled to free herself, her scent wafting over me as her need continued to grow despite her spat derogatives.
She grabbed the doorjamb for the compound entrance when we finally made it back to the compound.
A young beast chuckled as he happened to pass by. “Whoa!”
I jerked forward when she wouldn’t let go, and wood splintered behind me. “Keep the destruction minimal, woman.”
“I don’t care what you have to fix or pay for!” she shrieked, but only succeeded in blowing the kid back.
“Watch out, son,” I warned him.
Mermaids were made to remind horny sailors why you don’t fuck with anything that comes from the sea. When humans started sailing and spreading their misguidance to other humans, Ocio took action. Mermaids were her wrath. They were what happened to men who got too comfortable with the idea of their twisted idea of masculinity and righteousness.
Honestly. Mermaids were more like Ocio than her witches were. Which always made it amusing when Ocio butted heads with them.
“You do not want to cross a pissed-off mermaid,” Balthazar agreed with a chuckle, picking the kid up off the ground.
“You son of a bitch!” she screamed, and the way she said bitch told me Ocio was on her mind. She clawed the wall as I walked her up the stairs to the second floor. “I hate you.”