Chapter 42

“If you’re finished, then get the fuck off me.” I snap at him, but Alexi laughs coldly.

“Baby, you’ll know when I am done. Play nice, and I might move us from here to something a little comfier. Play nice, and I’ll be nice. I might let you finish.”

That hint of truth sets me off again, that love-hate thing I have going on for this man and his eternal skill at pissing me off, no matter what we are doing. Internal rage erupts from my volcanic temper.

“What to all fours? Like you wanted me originally? I think I hate you, and nice isn’t in your vocabulary or your genetic makeup.”

I spit at him and slap him in the chest, stupidly, not caring if he goes back to hard thrusting. I’m so not ready to back down, and maybe he might be the first guy who gets me to an orgasmic climax with a few more aggressive moves if I rile him up again. I can hate him and still get off on his manhood. Alexi watches me momentarily before pulling out of me and getting up, yanking me with