“Ah, fuck! Stop moving, woman. You hear me?” Growling, he got on top of me, rolled me over. Grabbing both shoulders, he slammed down hard, pinning me underneath him. “I said fucking stop!”
“No, Austin! You don't control me. You don't –“
His hand swept behind my head. Seizing my hair, he folded my wet locks into a ponytail, and gave it a rough jerk so hard I went speechless.
“Told you I'm not having you calling me that shit! What don't you understand, baby girl? Why the fuck can't you get it through your damned pretty head? Are you fucking blind? Deaf? Dumb?”
Every word barked out a little louder, sharper, hitting me in the face like fists.
“Jesus Christ, Elle Jo! You're the whole reason we're back here. You're why I didn't break all those fuckers' noses back at the house, why I tried to play fucking nice. You're everything that's keeping me sane while we both deal with this clusterfuck of a marriage thrown on us by a buncha bastards who really don't give a shit. Can't you see it yet? No? Work with me, goddammit!”
My legs kicked against his. He had too much leverage for me to do any damage.
It just enraged him more. His grip on me tightened, pushing me into the soft soil. His hand tore at my hair, tilted my face, forcing me to look into those bright green eyes I loved and hated all at once.
“Go to hell! I don't owe you anything, and you don't need to know all my secrets. You're not really my husband. You're nothing, Asphalt.” I paused, taking a deep breath, too afraid to tempt him again by using the wrong name. “This, everything between us, it's nothing too. It's pretend, just like you called it. You don't get to treat me like shit, humiliate me in my family's house. You keep treating me like the bratty little sister you never had, and that's not fucking me! I'm not the girl who watched you get shot years ago, or the one you could catcall across the street. I'm a grown woman now, and all I'm going to do the first chance I get is leave this evil biker bullshit behind – including you. You can't stop me. You can't!”
“Babe,” he said quietly, as if he'd been carefully listening to everything.
“What?” I spat, waiting for the next load of crap to drop on my head from his dirty mouth.
“Shut up.”
The asshole kissed me. He kissed me harder than he'd ever smashed his lips on mine any time in my life. We were numb from the cold rain, messy and dirty, rolling on the ground, but he just kept coming like I'd told him I loved him, rather than screaming a stream of abuse.
The emotional dam building up inside me completely shattered.
I cried. I punched him, I thought about biting off his tongue when he pushed it into my mouth. But I never once took my lips off his.
Asphalt kissed me deeper. Before I knew what was happening, he eased his weight off my arms, and I threw them around his neck, pulling him as close as two people could possibly get.
Damn it, damn it, god damn it, the bastard could kiss. Deep down, I adored him, even when he overpowered me.
Hell, especially when he overpowered me.
He put out the fire in my mouth and ignited a new one in my body. My nipples tingled, my pussy ached, the insane desire to give it up to him here in the park, the dirt, took over my brain.
His head twisted, pulling his mouth off me, leaving me stunned and breathless. My senses only went crazier when his teeth grazed my throat. He planted new, rough kisses there, so possessive they were bound to leave a few marks.
And I loved it. I loved him, or if that was a little too premature, then I was falling so fast I'd be flattened in another week. But that didn't mean I'd stopped hating him, too, as fucked up as it sounds.
“Fuck, Asphalt!” I moaned, feeling the hard bulge in his jeans against my pussy.
Our hips began grinding together. Ruthless, wanton, crazed with desire.
One more sucking, biting kiss and he reared up, burying me in his jade green gaze like he'd never done it a hundred other times. It felt new, and it lit every inch of me ablaze.
I tried to twist away, but his thick hand caught my chin, tipped it toward him. “You keep looking at me like that, babe. I'm gonna settle you the fuck down by making that little pussy come wild for me.”
Holy shit.
“Here?!” I gasped. He couldn't be serious.
He nodded, dry humping me harder, grabbing my hips and pulling me into him. He rubbed his swollen cock through the fabric, his strokes lengthening, scraping my clit.
Already on the edge, it didn't take much. All the worries about sorting out my feelings came apart as he humped me, thrusting like a madman, growling each time I jerked against him and moaned.
My hands went out, flattened against his chest. I tore at his shirt, struggled to lift it off, and succeeded in getting a glimpse of the wild lightning and grizzly bear in full roar stamped across his torso.