Frankie
Imarched into Ari's office without knocking. We hadn't fucked and made up since our last fight, and it was long overdue I remedy that. We weren't right until we did.
I was angry. She was angry. Neither of us would apologize, since that wasn't the way we operated. But we had an unspoken rule.
We had our own language.
A darker one.
Raw. Aggressive. And a hell of a lot more fun than most.
She had made me see red by bringing Bones Vega into the gym. I hated that motherfucker. But in all fairness, I hated everyone.
Everyone except Ari.
Ari, I would die for. I'd kill for. I'd do whatever she wanted me to do.
Ari looked up from the mound of paperwork cluttering her desk, her expression a mixture of annoyance and the familiar flicker of heat that always danced in her eyes when I barged in. The lines around her mouth deepened, not with age but with the intensity of the many wars we waged between us—silent or explosive, it didn't matter.
"What do you want, Frankie?"
I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes tracing her figure as she sat there, the queen of her domain, cluttered as it was. The sunlight streaming through the half-open blinds painted her in stripes, a tigress in her own right.
"I think you know what I want," I said, my voice low and steady. I pushed off from the doorframe and started to close the distance between us. Every step seemed to draw out the tension.
"No."
"You don't get to say no."
Ari's gaze didn't waver, but her fingers paused on the papers she was pretending to read. "If you think I'm going to just agree to fucking you every time you're a dick, you're sorely mistaken."
I reached her desk, placed my hands on the cold surface, and leaned in. "Who said anything about agreeing?" A smirk played across my lips, challenging.
She pushed back her chair with such force it nearly toppled over, standing up so we were almost nose to nose. The scent of her perfume, that intoxicating blend of jasmine and rebellion, filled the air between us.
"We are not doing this again, Frankie," she hissed, yet her chest rose and fell more rapidly.
I brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I can either fuck you hard. Or I can fuck you harder. You get to choose."
Ari clenched her jaw, but I caught the slight dilation in her pupils before she could shield her desire. "You're infuriating," she breathed out. Abruptly, Ari shoved against my chest, creating a sliver of space between us. "We can't keep doing this, Frankie. This... toxic cycle." But her body betrayed her words as she swayed ever so slightly toward me again.
I reached out, took hold of her neck, and applied enough pressure that air wheezed through her parted lips. Her eyes widened, a curious mix of fear and excitement. The pulse at her throat fluttered rapidly under my touch.
"I like toxic. You like toxic. No need fighting it," I said, barely above a whisper.
She brought her hands up to rest on my wrists, not pushing me away but not pulling me closer either. It was a dance we knew well – the push and pull, the give and take.
I leaned in closer, our lips barely touching. "You piss me off. I piss you off. It's what we do."
Her breath hitched as my fingers tightened slightly around her neck.
"You don't want me to be tender. Or gentle. What you really want is for me to flip you around and shove my cock so deep inside you that you forget everything. You forget what we fought about to begin with. You want to scream out my name as I spread you wide."
Her pupils dilated further, betraying her body's response to my words. The struggle was visible in her eyes, the war between her mind and her desire. I knew which one would win. It always did.
"You're... you're such an asshole, Frankie." Her words were barely audible, and she didn't push me away. Instead, she leaned into my touch, her hands still resting on my wrists.
I smirked, feeling victorious. "And you love it," I replied, my voice low and filled with confidence. I tightened my grip around her neck, not enough to choke her but sufficient to remind her who was in control.
"I hate you," she breathed out, her eyes fluttering shut as I trailed kisses down her jawline.
"But you want me," I murmured against her skin, my lips brushing against her ear. Her body was trembling under my touch, the heat radiating off her.
She didn't respond, but she didn't need to. I could feel her acquiescence in the way she melted against me, in the way she sighed my name as I gripped her tighter.
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. "You were a bad girl, Ari. You know how to push my buttons, and for that you're going to pay. I'm going to fuck this ass of yours. And since you kept pushing me by bringing Bones into this gym, I'm going to fuck it with only the wetness your mouth gives as you suck my cock." I took a handful of hair and lowered her head to my dick. "Better make it nice and wet or this is going to hurt."
Ari didn't resist as I guided her head down to my dick. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue flicking against the tip of my cock before she took it deep into her throat. I groaned, my fingers tightening in her hair as she started to suck, her lips wrapped tightly around me.
I watched her, my gaze fixed on the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, the way she looked up at me from under long lashes. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, and she was enjoying every moment of it.
But I had promised her a punishment, and I intended to deliver. I pulled out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for air. "You're not done yet," I growled, as I removed her clothing in a rush. I then spun her around so her chest was pressed against the desk.
I kicked her legs apart, exposing her to me. I could see the wetness glistening between her legs, evidence of her desire. I trailed a finger down her spine, making her shiver. "You want this, don't you?" I murmured, my breath hot against her ear.
She didn't respond, but she didn't need to. She pressed back against me, seeking friction. I took hold of her hips, positioning myself behind her. "Brace yourself," I warned, and then pushed against her asshole.
She let out a gasp as I breached her, her body tensing under my touch. I held still, allowing her to adjust to my size.
Slowly, she began to relax, her body melting against mine once more. I started to move, my hips rocking against hers as I thrust deeper into her. She moaned, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock.
I wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close as I increased my pace.
"Does it hurt, baby?"
She nodded. "Yes."
"And you like the pain. Don't you, baby?"
She nodded again as she released a moan.
Her breath hitched with each thrust as she trembled under my touch. Her nails scored deep grooves into the surface of the wooden desk.
I leaned down, my chest pressing against her back as I wrapped my other arm around her. I brushed my lips against her ear, my breath hot and heavy. "You like when I spread your ass, don't you? Tell me," I demanded, my grip on her tightening.
"I like it," she whispered, her voice hoarse from the exertion and pleasure. Her words were punctuated by a gasp as I drove deeper into her, filling her completely.
Her body shook under mine, the tension building as I drove into her again and again. She was close, I could sense it in the way she tensed up, in the way she moaned my name over and over again.
I drove into her one last time, feeling her body tighten around me as she came hard, her muscles clenching and unclenching around my cock. I groaned, my own release close as she shuddered beneath me.
"Fuck, Ari," I growled, burying myself deep inside her as I came, my body shaking with the force of it.
I held her there, my cock still buried deep inside her as I caught my breath.
I turned her over, pulled her into my arms, and held her close so that her head rested on my chest, her breath warm against my skin. Her heart was racing, matching the rhythm of my own.
"Toxic or not. You're mine," I whispered, my lips brushing against her hair. "And don't you ever forget it."