Typhon

Chapter 30

Rylee~

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 that the only way to do that was to fight fire with fire.

So, I ripped a condom off the strip, then tossed the rest on the bed because I knew that we wouldn't be using them. If we didn't kill each other by the time that this was over, I seriously doubted that 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 back to my spot against the motel room front door, then handed Stone the condom. He hesitantly took it, and he looked wary, so, to distract him, I wrapped my arms around his neck, then started kissing him underneath his jaw.

"Hurry," I begged, making sure that he could hear the desire in my voice.

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

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

He took the challenge like I knew that 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 that 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 that it didn't feel great.

Great and dangerous.

"Goddamn you feel so good wrapped around my cock, baby," he grunted in my ear. "But I want to see you. Take that robe off, so that I can see you."

Those words were the very thing that I needed.

Rising above the pleasure that 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 arms were 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, then pushed me away from his body. There was no mistaking the fury in those dark orbs of his, and 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 that 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 casually. "Hot, tight fucks, wasn't it?" His jaw ticked, and the man looked hot as hell when he was furious. "I was just doing my part."

"You know damn well that's not what this is," he bit out.

I arched a brow, then silently stepped 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?"