I take a few steps closer, and she bolts, darting out from between the cars so fast she’s practically a blur. But I was anticipating her every move, and she’s nowhere near quick enough to escape me. She’s racing toward the elevator when I tackle her and throw her against the hood of the Bugatti. She lands with a thud and lets out a yelp, but I cut the sound short with my hand around her throat. “Gotcha, buttercup.”
Pushing her back, I wedge myself between her thighs. With both hands, she shoves at my chest. I don’t budge. A heady mix of excitement, pure animal lust, and the triumph of victory pumps through my veins. I feel fucking invincible right now. A truck couldn’t move me from between her legs. Only one thing has that power, and I glare at her, daring her to say it.
“Fuck you!” She spits out the words, her eyes dark and full of anger-tinged desire.
“No.” I fist my hand in the front of her dress and pull hard, tearing it down the middle and exposing her panties and bare tits. “But I am gonna fuck you.”
“The fuck you will,” she screeches, lashing out with her arms and legs and scratching my lip in the process. It stings, and I dart out my tongue and taste blood.
“Oh, Lily, you’re going to regret that.” Widening my stance so her legs are spread so far apart that she has no leverage to kick, I tighten my grip on her throat and slam her head back, pinning her to the car with brute strength.
Her hands curl into talons and she lashes out again. Before she makes contact, I grab both her wrists with one hand and pull a pair of cuffs from my back pocket with the other. I snap them open, and her eyes go wide.
“This ain’t my first rodeo, buttercup. You think I wouldn’t stop off and get a few little surprises for you? Like I told you upstairs, I love it when you fight.” I pull her up and pin her wrists behind her back with ease before slapping the cuffs on her. She struggles throughout, screaming at me to stop as I push her back against the hood, crushing her arms under her. Now she’s trapped and completely at my mercy.
“No! Stop!” she protests, her head whipping from side to side.
I adjust my grip on her throat so I can hold her head still. “You will fucking look at me when I fuck you, Lily.”
She hisses like a feral kitten. “You’re a fucking animal.”
My cock leaks in my pants. I knew she’d fight a little, it’s only natural, but this is way more than that. This goes a whole lot deeper than the innate human reaction to danger.
“Yes, I fucking am, buttercup.” I tug her panties aside, tearing a hole in the fabric. “And you have no fucking idea how hard it makes me to see you like this.”
I slide my finger through her wet folds and bite down on my lip so hard I draw blood when I feel how wet she is. “Oh you want my cock, don’t you, my little baby doll?”
She gnashes her teeth at me, and my laugh only makes her fight harder. “I fucking hate you,” she screams, her voice hoarse.
I slip one finger inside her. “You hate that too?”
She responds with an animalistic snarl, but her back arches off the car, telling me everything I need to know. I add a second finger. “How about that?”
“Fuck! You!” The words echo off the concrete walls of the garage and send searing hot pleasure down my spine.
Adding a third finger, I curl them upward and brush her G-spot. Muttered curses fall from her lips, like she’s too far gone to scream at me. Despite what she says, she’s painting the hood of the Bugatti with her sweet fucking cum. Squeezing her slender throat, I work her hard, and soon she’s trembling for me. Her orgasm is so close I can smell it.
That’s when I stop and slide my fingers out of her. Her body sags and she gasps for air.
I bring my fingertips up to her mouth and coat her lips with her arousal. “You look so fucking beautiful all wrung out for me.”
She lunges for me, and I pull back, but her teeth graze the tip of my pointer finger.
“You’ll pay for that, buttercup.”
“The fuck I will!” she spits.
I have no idea what happened to the sweet girl who lives in the apartment upstairs. Logic tells me I should stop this before I fuck something up, but my aching cock won’t let me.
She hisses. “Is this all you got? I expected more from you.”
The disdain in her tone causes something to snap inside of me. Freeing my cock from my pants, I drive into her, bottoming out on the first thrust and filling every millimeter of her tight cunt.
With a ragged scream, she accepts all of me. Despite the vitriol pouring from her mouth, my sweet Lily is still in there. And that’s when I realize she hasn’t been talking to me. Her body is mine, but her mind is somewhere else entirely.