Chapter 18

Thanking Cheryl for a great night out, Emery walked into her room and tossed the gold purse on the bed, so many different emotions flowing through her. She walked into the bathroom and stared in the mirror, eyebrows drawing together in confusion. Why the hell was she so appealing now that she had makeup on her face and contacts? What was wrong with wearing glasses? Gritting her teeth, Emery felt irrationally angry and turned the water on, proceeding to wash all the crap off her face.

This wasn't her.

Makeup and sexy clothes...NO!

This wasn't her at all.

She loved who she was – the dork chick who loved video games and comic books. Once the makeup was completely gone, her skin was an angry red from scrubbing it all away and Emery removed the contacts next, tossing them in the trash. She had other pairs, but didn't plan on wearing them for a while. Once she finished, she brushed her hair out, wincing at the tangles and managed to pull it back in a low ponytail at the nape of her neck. Glasses on, she then stripped out of the sexy clothes and trashed them, tempted to light them on fire. Pulling on a pair of Mario Kart pajama pants she'd found on eBay and a black tank top, Emery emerged from the bathroom and felt marginally better, feeling more comfortable in her skin.

When he knocked and the door opened, Mark blinked once. Gone was the sexy siren he had seen an hour or so ago and been well on his way to bedding. Back was his geek Queen complete with Mario pajamas and her glasses. Mark nudged her inside, taking in the change and shut the door behind him.

"Why'd you disappear on me, darlin'?" He demanded, a tinge of annoyance darkening his tone.

"Because I was tired and wanted to come back to the hotel." That lie sounded lame even as it left her mouth, unable to meet his eyes and smacked his hand away when he gripped her chin like he had at the bar. "Don't." Dropping on the bed sitting Indian style, she stared straight ahead and clasped her hands in her lap, swallowing hard when he sat on the bed beside her. "You don't want me like this. You want who I was tonight and I'm not comfortable with that. So just leave, find someone else who dresses like that and get your rocks off."

When Emery first said that he didn't want her like this, his eyes had grown rather wide. Then she had followed it up with the rest of her spiel and they narrowed, now nothing more than acidic slits. "What the fuck are you babbling about?" He demanded, walking over and dropping to his knees on the bed. Mark reached out for her, dragging Emery up so she was on hers as well. "I was planning on bedding you, not some random woman, Emery."

"Only because of how I looked. If we didn't know each other and I walked in that damn bar looking like I do now or in jeans and a t-shirt, you wouldn't have looked twice at me."

Emery broke away from him, shaking her head sadly and got off the bed, needing to keep distance between them. It was the only way because his touch made her brain fuzzy and Emery didn't like that. She hated not being in control of herself whenever this man was around her.

"You like women who are dressed like I was tonight, Mark. It was an illusion. Cheryl dolled me up, it was her stipulation to go out with me tonight and I let her, like an idiot. What you see is what you get with me. You called me a dork chick and that's spot-on because that's exactly what I am. I'm not…who I was tonight in that bar. I'm not what you want."

"Jesus Christ, Emery, why do you have to overthink things?" He demanded harshly, moving off the bed as well and raked both hands through his hair. "I already told you once I'd fuck you and when I actually try, you…" Sure, the clothes, hair and makeup had knocked him for a loop, but he still wanted her, with or without glasses. "What the fuck were you doing in that bar, dressed like that, if not trying to get your rocks off, hmm? You're either not that kind of girl or you're a closet slut, which is it?"

"Excuse me?!" Emery could feel her temper rising, clenching her fists tightly at her sides and couldn't hold back when Mark stalked toward her, slapping the taste out of his mouth. It was the same slap she delivered to David when he did the cannonball with her in the pool. "Don't fucking touch me!" She hissed icily and could feel tears burning in her eyes. Is that how he saw her? A closet slut? "I was dressed like that because I let Cheryl pick my outfit and look out for the night, or didn't you hear me the first time, Neanderthal?" She was pissed and had every reason to be, not believing he just insulted her like this. "And if I'm a closet slut, what the hell does that make YOU? You're way worse than I am and probably have more notches on your bedpost than any man on planet earth! Your bedpost is probably withered down to nothing because of how much you sleep around! Well guess what, I'm not gonna be another notch!"

"I'm the biggest slut you'll ever find, darlin'." He agreed, tracing the raised red spot on his cheek with his fingertips, vicious amusement written all over his face. "Go on, DC, do it again." He hissed when she did and caught her hand, bringing it to his mouth.

Biting down on the inside of her palm, Mark slammed her back into the wall, capturing her protests with his lips, forcing her to swallow those shrieks. When she began melting against him, he broke the kiss, planting his knee firmly between her legs. Raising it, Emery felt her toes leave the carpeted floor courtesy of Mark's thigh.

"Let's be honest, darlin'," He drawled, pressing his forehead against hers, brushing his nose along hers. "We both know you're a slut, a discriminating one, but a slut nevertheless… and you've been panting after me for quite some time."

Not that he blamed her; he had been interested for a while as well. Tonight had only confirmed his sneaking suspicions that he was attracted to her on a physical level. When she protested, he shook his head.

"Emery… good girls go to Heaven, bad ones get me and you've been a very, very naughty girl." Naughty enough to have given him a potential case of blue balls.

Breathing heavily from his rough nearly bruising kiss, sky blues were nothing more than ice piercing him. Why was she fighting this? Emery wanted him as much as he did her, even with the harsh words spoken between them. He wanted her to slap him and found herself enjoying it, her eyes not leaving his. His words washed over her, calling her a slut and normally, any other woman would've nailed him in the junk. Her chest heaved up and down while being pinned to the wall, the rest of what he said making her brain do a jolt.

How had she been naughty?

"Then show me." Anger flashed through her icy eyes along with intense desire, pushing his leather vest off his shoulders down his arms to land on the floor. "Show this naughty girl just how big of a slut you really are, Deadman." Gripping the back of his neck, she slammed his mouth down on hers again and felt her tank top being ripped directly down the center.

He showed her all right. After that tank top was off, he scooped her up, tossing Emery over his shoulder and slapped her backside. Her breathy moan only confirmed what he knew. She enjoyed having her backside paddled and he'd do that tonight along with much more. His fingers found her hair tie and that was tossed aside, the heavy tresses coming undone. Without a word, he unceremoniously dropped Emery onto the bed and stood there at the foot of it, undoing the buttons of his jeans.

"On your knees, woman." He ordered darkly.

Her body listened to his command, even though the anger and resentment burned in her eyes. Why was she listening to him? Why didn't she kick him so hard in his nuts, they lodged in his throat? Along with ripping her tank top off, Mark got an eyeful of her breasts because she didn't have a bra on. The dark red top she'd worn at the bar didn't require one, so when she changed she figured there was no sense in putting one on. Positioning herself on her knees in front of him, Emery raked her nails down his chest and left gouges in his skin, not enough to break skin, but the red marks could clearly be seen on his pale complexion. The second he freed his painful erection, she took over and wrapped her hand around him to pull him closer to her, hearing a hiss sound out between his teeth.

"Tell me to suck you off." She ordered, feeling her mouth water and slid the pad of her thumb across the tip of his throbbing cock. "Order me."

Telling her to do something she had ordered him to do wasn't how this worked however. Mark's response wasn't anything verbal. He wrapped his fist in her hair and twisted until her mouth popped open from what looked to be a combination of pain and pleasure.

"You will suck my cock." He informed her, his tone biting as he entered her mouth. And if she used teeth, god save her cause he'd destroy her.

Moaning at the feeling of his roughness, Emery took his cock in her mouth and stretched her mouth slightly with every stroke in and out. It'd been a long time since she'd sucked a man off and felt her panties soak at the feeling of him throbbing in her mouth. Her hands managed to push his jeans down a little more until his bare ass could be squeezed while she drove him in and out of her willing hot mouth, digging her nails into his cheeks. His growl of approval told Emery all she needed to know and kept working her magic on his cock, her moans sending vibrations throughout his 6'10 frame. Pulling one of her hands from his ass, she found his balls and began fondling them, enjoying every second of being forced to suck him off as his fingers tightened in her hair further. As long as he didn't rip her hair out of her skull, Emery had no qualms about what was happening or else she would rip his dick off with her teeth. Before he reached the point of no return and drowned her in what would have been a waterfall of cum, Mark pulled away from her with a control very few men possessed.

"Face the headboard and get on your hands and knees, Emery." He ordered, voice low and harsh from lust. Watching her comply, Mark licked her lips with obvious relish. "What a perfect little cocksucker you are…" He whispered viciously, slapping her cheek with an open palm then gently caressed the red area before doing it again. "So obedient…" Lowering himself to his knees, Mark reached forward, grabbing her ankles and pulled her back towards him until her nether region was right in his face. He might've had a mouth on him, but wasn't stingy in the bedroom and firmly believed in reciprocating.

"Oh fuck!" Emery hissed out, not expecting Mark to pull back before he came in her mouth.

She was silently grateful for that because she would've ended up spitting it out or forced him to cum elsewhere. Being a cock sucker did not mean she swallowed. Emery had SOME standards after all, gripping the comforter below. Mark had divested her of her clothes before the dick sucking commenced, so she was completely naked while he remained in his jeans. His hot sinful mouth on her quivering pussy, his tongue flicking repeatedly against her bud, was almost her undoing. It'd been a long time for her since a man pleasured her this way.

"Mmm if I'm a cocksucker, then you're a perfect cunt licker…cunt." She cried out when his tongue thrust inside of her, digging her nails into the comforter and could feel the hot coil within her stomach starting to form. "That's it, drink me dry…"

Since he was also right at her backside, he gave her a warning slap. He could think of a few other things she might be calling him soon, smirking as he grabbed a handful and squeezed. When she started quivering and shaking uncontrollably, Mark pulled away, caressing her thighs and kissing her back, forcing her back away from the edge. They would both suffer together and it would be exquisite.

"You fucking tease!" Emery growled, not amused he hadn't allowed her to cum much like himself, wondering why he'd done that. Maybe he was a one-minute man and that thought made her smirk, blues nothing more than cerulean pools. "You were all talk, weren't you? I bet you can't even get it done in the bedroom anymore, old man." She gasped when he flipped her on her back, glaring up at him and moaned as his mouth devoured hers again, her erect nipples pressed against his muscular rock-hard chest. "Come on, Mark, show me why every woman on the planet throws themselves at your feet." Emery didn't know why she kept taunting him and laughed when he bit into the spot where her shoulder and neck met, purring in satisfaction and raked her nails down his back as hard as she could.

"Keep running your mouth, darlin'."

Mark smirked, pulling back to stare into her lusty blue orbs, seeing the mischief shining there as well as defiance. He kissed the tip of her nose, having plenty of experience in the bedroom and had no reason to prove himself, not to her, of all people. No… he'd take her to the very heights of heaven before dropping her to the darkest depths of hell, repeatedly, before the night was out.

This was hell, it had to be. "I will until you actually DO something!" Emery was going out of her mind with lust, the frustration clear as day on her face and glared up at the man responsible for igniting the fire inside of her. "Fine, get off me then and leave." She wasn't in the mood for games and if all he was going to do was eat her out, she could finish the job with her finger in the shower. "Get off me!" Hitting his chest with her tiny fists, Emery tried pulling herself from under him and growled when he put more body weight on her to where she couldn't move. "Why are you doing this to me?" She whimpered, her body cooling down from the foreplay and wiggled against him, trying to find some way to escape. "Do you do this with all of your other conquests or am I that fucking special? Just fuck me already!" The anger she felt towards him hadn't died or diminished; if anything, it had gotten worse because of his teasing and tormenting.

"You're special darlin', my little conquest, an extra special notch on my extra special belt…" He taunted, flattening her on the bed until she was done struggling.

Pushing himself up, Mark stared down into her crimson face and flicked his own damp hair back over his bare shoulders. He ran a hand down the center of her breasts, her taut stomach and dipped his fingers into her soaking wet sex, feeling her walls closing in on him instantly, her hips arching. She could fight him until she was blue in the face, it wouldn't change a thing. He was in charge and she would be a very frustrated soul until he said otherwise.

Darkened blues flashed angrily at him as Emery arched her body, feeling his fingers probe her sensitive sex, gritting her teeth. "Just remember, you're a notch on mine too, Deadman…" She breathed out, knowing she was at this man's complete mercy regardless of what he said and did to her.

His fingers felt wonderful, Emery couldn't deny it and it made her both hate and love him all at once. Reaching up to caress his face, her fingers buried in his hair and drove his head down to passionately kiss him, their tongues dueling together violently. His fingers didn't pick up the pace or slow down, keeping the methodic pace he started with. Control. That's all this amounted to was how much control he had over her. Mark had it and they both knew it as Emery currently drowned in sheer brutalizing ecstasy.

"That's all right by me, darlin', carve me a spot in your bedpost." He remarked, adding one more finger and smirked when she gasped.

Finally upping the pace, Mark used his thumb to stimulate her clit, watching as Emery began coming undone beneath him. Right at that exact moment before stars exploded before her eyes, he stopped and pulled away. She was close to crying from the looks of it and, before she could even think about opening that poisonous mouth of hers, he positioned himself and finally gave her what she had been begging for.