Free Tangled by Em Wolf

her heels digging
into his backside, craving more. It didn’t matter that they were in plain view
of both the back door and the front; that at any second Cameron or Riley could
step foot into the house and see them.
    A
part of her wanted Cameron to see. To watch as everything he strove so hard to
ignore blew back in his face.
    As
if sensing her distraction, Adonis pinched the string to her thong and peeled
it down her legs. Tess shivered, her skin puckering under his perusal. His
nostrils flared when smooth, hairless skin revealed itself. “Ah, you shouldn't
have,” he crooned, petting her bare mound.
    Absorbed
in the sensation, Tess could only manage a halfhearted sneer. “That wasn’t for
you either.”
    His
face closed, the lust cooling in his eyes. “To the victor go the spoils.” He
leaned down as if to kiss her and instead twisted her nipple punishingly.
    Tess
cried out, her back arcing off the table. Fixing her with his gaze, Adonis
backed away to the counter and extracted a foiled package from the top drawer.
So they kept condoms in the kitchen. Why wasn’t she surprised?
    Her
breath made itself scarce as he kicked off his pants.  
    Although
she’d felt him up, there was something visceral about seeing him up close and
personal. Long and impossibly thick, his arousal jutted proudly, curving upward
toward his belly.
    Tension
wound her body.
    Adonis
didn’t break eye contact as he gloved himself. When finished, he dipped his
fingers in her wetness, as if treating himself to a sample he hadn’t yet
committed to.
    A
venomous retort locked and loaded, but was lost as his thumb discovered her
clit. He rolled torturous circles, changing direction and pace with an
unpredictability that kept her off balance. Tess bit her lip, fastening his
name under her tongue. She winced as his fingers entered her, forcing unused
muscles to adjust to the intrusion.
    He
tensed minutely, surprised by the resistance. “Mm, been a while, has it?”
    “Why?
Disappointed you were wrong all along?” she spat.
    His
eyes flashed maliciously. “On the contrary, I’ll donate the proceeds to Cam.”
    Terror
and fury fled as he plunged into her. They hissed as he filled a part no one
had occupied in years. He swiveled his hips, pulling out before sinking deeper
into her wet heat.
    She
welcomed the uncomfortable burning, the forcible intrusion. It was nothing less
than what she deserved. It pushed away everything else. All
of her insecurity and doubts and fear. She never intended to derive
pleasure from the act. Not with him.
    But
it happened gradually. Rather than draw out her discomfort, he sought to allay
it. He kept his thrusts shallow, teasing, accommodating her to his length and
girth.
    He
wanted her to enjoy it—to stoke and compound her guilt.
    Flipping
her brain a solid, middle finger, her body disengaged from her mind. A ragged
whimper tore from her before she could silence it.
    Taking
the cue, Adonis rocked faster, harder, igniting a fire that corroded her spine.
    Angered
that her most hated nemesis could bring her to such heights, Tess lunged upward
and mashed her lips to his. The new angle allowed him to reach a new depth that
nearly blinded her.
    Adonis
growled into the cavern of her mouth. Spooling her locks around one hand, he
used the other to press down on her lower stomach, intensifying his presence
within her.
    Like
a wild woman, she writhed, the pleasure-agony so intense she arched away from
it.
    But
Adonis was unrelenting. His thrusts became harder, mercilessly filling her to
the brink, over and over. She felt him everywhere at once. Under
her skin. In her blood. His
scent thick in her lungs.
    Her
legs clung tighter to him as she clutched his shoulders, wanting it to end.
Wishing it never would.
    Their
pelvises met and ripped apart. Distantly she heard the table scoot and scrape
against the floor, banging the wall in time with his rhythm. But she didn’t
care if the entire neighborhood heard.
    Tears
leaked from her