2-9 - BLAME GAME

-VANCE’S POV-

Shaking my head slowly, I silenced her with a forefinger on her bruised lips. When Sianna asked me the question, I had given her a kiss so fierce and brutal that left them bruised with metallic blood settling its taste on my tongue.

“Vance, you will answer me.” Her sweet voice demanded. “Who―”

“I need you,” I interrupted her and pressed my groin into the core between her legs.

Already my cock throbbed like it would burst from my pants. I smashed my lips on hers. She was cuter when she was angry, but I’m not about to open a can of worms by mentioning another woman. One that would rifle her flaming anger against me.

I captured that sugary tongue of hers and devoured the perimeters of her mouth. Her tongue took mine in a ferocious battle of need. Indeed, I won. I needed to feel her more. More than the damn air that I breathed.

On cue, she moved her hips so that her pussy rubbed against my bulging cock. I burned for my Luna to the point where the friction from the material a