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“Oh god!” She moans loudly as her body tightens, and the feeling of her coming has me smiling in exhilaration.
“Fuck, yes. Come on my cock, you filthy little whore. Let me fill you.”
“Jesus...” she screams into the sheets, and the tight grip of her pussy muscles has my balls drawing up, but I continue relentlessly, determined to pull another orgasm from her body before I reach my own.
“Beg.”Slam.“Beg for my fucking cum, Thalia.”Slam.
She shakes her head, and it pisses me off. She’s rejecting me already, and I refuse to accept it. I’m not letting her go.
“I’m never letting you fucking go!” I roar without realizing I was voicing my worries out loud.
Then I lean back on my knees, pulling her with me as I do, her ass is higher now. I part her ass cheeks roughly, gather the saliva in my mouth, then spit it onto her asshole. She clenches, and with one hand gripping her hip, I use the other to swirl the saliva around her tight hole, relishing in the shudder and consecutive goose bumps that spread over her like wildfire.
The tip of my cock is still stretching her pussy as I push two fingers past her tight barrier, pumping them in and out. Slowly, I work my hips with the same steady motion, the reprieve from my previous pace gives me a chance to regain control of myself.
As I stare down at my fingers stretching her ass wide, my mouth practically waters at the sight before me. All fight in her is gone as she becomes putty in my hands, and when I push my cock to the hilt, she grips onto the bedsheets, her mouth falls open, and a loud moan is muffled into the sheets. “Oh god.”
“That’s it.” I stroke my fingers along the muscled barrier that separates her ass from her pussy, and my eyes roll at the sensation. “Fuck, I can feel my cock inside you, Thalia.” My voice comes out choked, in awe of the woman beneath me, the only woman to make me feel anything. The only woman for me.
I withdraw, then slam inside her harder, and the mattress squeaks as I pick up speed. “You’re mine, Thalia.” My pace quickens. “Fucking mine!” I roar as my cock hardens to the point of pain, and I grit my teeth, pissed that I’m about to come before she does. So I shove another finger in her ass alongside the other two, delighting in the stretch of her so fucking full of me and the way her body reacts to mine.
Her eyes roll, her body tenses, and she falls over the edge with me.
“Fuck!” A groan rumbles deep in my chest as my cum shoots inside her with such force I sway, and I grip her hip to stabilize myself and her, leaving bruises with my strength. When her body slackens, I let my fingers slip from her ass and withdraw my spent cock. I watch in fascination as my cum oozes from her and have a sudden urge to scoop it back up and push it in so she remains full of me.
“Jace. I want you to leave now.” Her words are like a bucket of ice thrown over me. “Right fucking now!” she grits out, rolling onto her back before I get to push my cum back where it belongs. I stare back at her, unmoving.
“Get out!” she screams, and points toward the door. My eyes roam over her bruised face, and I hate myself for how vulnerable she looks and for the predicament I allowed Lucas to put us in, but most of all, I hate myself for how I fucked her hard when she needed love.
My mouth goes dry, and I drag my tongue over my bottom lip, trying to think of something to make her feel better.
“Leave.” Her words cut through me like a blunt knife, leaving a path of misery in its wake. “Now.” Her eyes are full of the hate I feel deep in my soul. As guilt swims inside me, I can’t bear to look at her, so I do as she asks, tuck myself back in, buckle up my belt, and head toward the door.
Feeling worse than when I entered.
Feeling full of rage.
Chapter
Seventeen
COLE
Iswing another punch at the punchbag, ignoring the split of my knuckles and the pain lancing through my fists with each savage strike.
Slam after slam I pound my fists into the bag, sweat drips from me, and the sound of my heart pulsates in my ears as I push myself past exertion.
“Can we talk?” Lucas’s deep voice penetrates the air, and every muscle in my body becomes tense, hyperaware of his presence. Annoyance rumbles inside me at my reaction toward him, and I hate my body’s natural response to soften.
I stop the assault on the punchbag and spin to face him with anger coating my every feature. His eyes flick toward my fists that I pump beside me before slowly traveling up my coiled body toward my face, and he jars, as if seeing the depth of my hatred. “Cole, I—”
“Fucking save it!” I spit out with vitriol. “She hates me because of you, Lucas.”
“She doesn’t...” He steps forward and tries to reason with me, but I step back, unable to trust myself to not lash out at him because of the level of fury I feel in my bloodstream.
He caused all this shit, him and Jace orchestrated my involvement, even after I voiced my concerns, and now she fucking hates me and thinks I’m disloyal, all because I put my loyalty and trust in them. In him.
“Have you any idea how much I fucking hate you for what you made me do!” Hurt swims in his eyes before he quickly masks it.
