Hate to Love You(16)

It was the perfect moment to tell him who I was.

Do it, my mind screamed.

No, I wasn’t ready to reveal myself. I squeezed my eyes shut in an effort to buffer the truth, wanting to believe I needed more time for my revenge. But it was no use; I needed more time with him. Just enough to make him come, I amended hastily, and then l would laugh in his face.

I yanked his boxers down and took him into my hand. Just as I’d hoped, he stopped thinking. He was smoking hot, becoming more rigid as he grew and lengthened unencumbered. I inhaled deeply, my nostrils flaring with the soft animal scent of a man in heat. It made me burn with the urge to take him into my mouth and taste him but I circled him with my fingers instead. He was the perfect size. I twisted my palm rhythmically, enjoying the sharp intake of his breath.

James was submissive to my touch. Vulnerable. Sliding and gliding in my hand, hard and slick and powerful. I’d done this plenty of times before but with him I felt alive, every nerve on alert. Connected. I couldn’t help a few sighs of my own as the low rumble in his throat grew louder, making it harder to hold on to my angry objective.

“Sweetheart,” he said thickly, “you don’t have to compete with your slutty sister.”

I jerked my hand off him, sucking in my breath as if I’d been slapped. It sure as hell cleared my head to hear myself described that way. My whole body was stiff with wounded pride, snapping me back into revenge mode. It wasn’t enough to make him come anymore. I wanted him naked for his humiliation.

You just want him naked, my mind sneered.

I yanked his shirt up, a silent demand for him to take it off. My lips explored the length of his taut six-pack. The little trickle of sweat I licked up from his chest was like the salt on a margarita, making me thirsty for more. Angry at my response to him, I bit down and sucked hard enough to leave marks. It upped his arousal, and much as I tried to stifle it, his enjoyment stimulated my own.

“What’s come over you? Is it because of Paisley? Paisley...” he said, bucking harder into my hand.

Hearing my name on his lips only fanned my angry passion to greater heights.

My fingers tightened around him but I slowed down, wanting to drive him mad. “What about her? You can tell me everything. It’ll help me to understand so I can forgive you.”

He repeated my name—my name!—over and over as I varied my pace, expelling me with every breath like a litany or a curse.

“Paisley,” he panted.

Seven letters strung together like the seven sins.

Well, Lust had certainly taken hold of James. He let go of his upper-class refinement to express himself all crude and rude, making me flush even hotter.#p#分页标题#e#

“I want to fuck her,” he groaned. His hand twined in my hair, jerking my head back to give me a savage kiss. “Fill her pussy and make her come.”

My eyes popped open.

I didn’t think of my “forbidden passage” in those terms and normally disliked the words pussy, cunt and even worse, snatch. A vagina was a vagina unless I was taunting Caroline, but the way James said pussy put paid to vagina forever. He made it sound hot. Rough. An expression of pure lust that made me gush, slick and eager for him to make good on his wish.

“And?” I prompted.

“Her breasts,” he said, lost in his recollection. “No bra and those gorgeous nipples, so fucking big...” His hands cupped my bottom and squeezed. “I want to taste them, suck them into my mouth.”

The words popped out before I could stop them. “Do it then. Pretend I’m Paisley and get her out of your system.”

I barely got to finish the sentence before his mouth covered my nipple. Molten pleasure coursed through my body, jump-starting a loop between my breasts and my pussy and becoming almost unbearable as he suckled me, grazing me with his teeth. His hair was thick and silky under my fingers and I pressed him closer, feeling a tenderness I’d never felt before. I didn’t care that it was the alcohol in his bloodstream making him want me. Sober James may think I was beneath him but drunk James fantasised about me even when he thought he was with Caroline.

And I wanted him just as much.

We fell back in a tangle of limbs, the rest of his clothing making a hasty journey into the black universe around the bed. Our bodies fit perfectly, straining to get even closer.

“James,” I whispered into his ear, unable to stop my own litany.

It made him wild.

“So sexy,” he murmured, sliding his hand over my breasts. His touch was rough and electric. “Perfect.”

Trembling in expectation, I listened to James tell me exactly what he would do to me. Things that maidenly modest Caroline would be shocked at. I forced the thought of her away, wanting to enjoy this moment before I carried out my revenge. Maybe I should get him more desperate for me before I revealed myself.