Page 61 of Typhon

Stone blanched a little, and I probably should have felt a little guilty, but I didn’t. I was in this to win, and everyone knew the only way to do that was to fight fire with fire.

I rippeda condom off the strip, then toss the rest on the bed because I knew we wouldn’t be using them. If we didn’t kill each other by the time this was over, I seriously doubted I’d ever see Stone Lexington again after today.

However, I wasn’t so far gone that I didn’t remember how sizable he was. I also didn’t forget that, even as awful as last night had been, I’d been soaked for him. If I could get off and get my point across at the same time, all the better.

I rushed backto my spot against the motel room front door and handed Stone the condom. He hesitantly took it, and he looked wary. So, to distract him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and started kissing him underneath his jaw. “Hurry,” I begged, making sure he could hear the desire in my voice.

“Fuck,” he hissed out, and I felt his arms and hands moving around as he put the condom on.

Once he was wrapped up,I pulled back, and asked him, “Do you think you have what it takes to hold me up against this door?”

He took the challenge like I knew he would. His chin lifted, and his upper lip curled as his hands parted the lower half of my robe, grabbed the back of my thighs, then lifted me as if I weighed nothing. With my legs wrapped around his waist, the force of Stone’s thrust had my back slamming against the door, and the stretch was more painful than last night. However, that made sense, considering how sore he’d left me after the brutal fucking he’d given me.

“Fuck,” he rasped in my ear, his hips like a powerful piston, invading my body repeatedly. The awful thing was that I couldn’t lie and say it didn’t feel great.

Greatand dangerous.

“Goddamn, baby, you feelso good wrapped around my cock,” he grunted in my ear. “But I want to see you. Take that robe off, so I can see you.” And those words were the very thing I needed.

Rising above the pleasure he was inflicting, I asked, “But isn’t this the way you like your sluts?”

His entire body froze in mid-thrust.

Check-fucking-mate.

My armswere like tentacles wrapped around his neck, and my legs were anchored around his waist. “We don’t need to be undressed, right?” I asked, my lips by his ear. “We just need to be on our knees with our mouths open or on our hands and knees with our panties to the side, right?” His hands left my thighs, and his hard grip grabbed onto my waist as he pulled out of my pussy and pushed me away from his body.

There was no mistaking the fury in those dark orbs of his. Not a word was exchanged as Stone ripped off the condom, tossed it on the floor, then stuffed himself back in his jeans. The gaze he had locked on my eyes never faltered, and steady on my feet, my back was straight as an arrow, and my chin was cocked and challenging.

He finally spoke, though he sounded like he was on the verge of breaking something. “Payback?”

“I thought you were into dirty sluts,” I replied. “Hot, tight fucks, was it?” His jaw ticked, and the man looked hot as hell when he was furious. “I was just doing my part.”

“You know damn wellthat’s not what this is,” he bit out.

I arched a brow andstepped around him. I walked over to the corner of the room, near the nightstand, then grabbed my clothes from last night off the floor. Turning around to face him, I tossed the clothes at his feet. “Need me to put that back on to get you into the mood again?”

“Be careful, Rylee,” hewarned.

“No?” Iasked mockingly. I walked over to the bed, grabbed the strip of condoms, then tossed those at his feet, too. “But what about those? Seems like a waste of good condoms.”

“So, this is your strategy?” he asked. “If it is, you’re going to have to try harder than that.”

“Because being the perfect slut isn’t working for you all of a sudden?” The corner of my lip lifted. “Because I can be areallygood slut, Stone,” I promised in a lustful whisper. “I can make sure to always wear skirts and bend over whenever you need me to.”

“Stop it, Rylee.”

Of course, Iignored that command. “You don’t even have to ever kiss me again, Stone,” I continued. “My mouth and legs can just automatically open whenever you need them to.”

“I’m fucking warning you, Rylee.”

“How about my ass?” I taunted. “I mean, a girl can’t be that hot of a slut if she’s not giving up the ass, right?” I shrugged a shoulder and threw him a cold smirk. “Of course, what’s a slut if she’s not giving it to every guy she meets? I can’t wait to meet all your friends.”

“Another word, and I swear to God-”

“What?” I asked, my voice no longer seductive and full of pretense. “One more word, and what? You’re going to hurt me? Go after my family? My friends? Ruin my life?” His eyes flashed, but I didn’t heed their warning. “Are you going to force me to marry you?” Again, I ignored the way his eyes were lit with anger. “What are you going to do, Stone, that you already haven’t done?”

Before my eyes could register what he was about, Stone had me up against the wall of the room, his hand squeezing my neck with the other one pressing on my right hip, pinning me in place. He towered over me, and I hated how heat raced down my spine. I shouldn’t find anything about this guy attractive after what he did to me, but my body couldn’t help it. My mind declared that we were stupid as fuck, but my body declared that it didn’t care.