Page 12 of Brutal Lies


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“I want you, and I’ll have you,” he whispers, “No matter what people expect from me. I’ll always take you.”

I can’t control my breathing as he yanks my shirt over my head. His fingers tug at my bra straps as I lean forward and undo the hooks. His hands grip my breasts as I undo his fly. He’s so hard as my hands run over his tight skin. I crawl over to the couch and lay my head down, tilting my hips up.

“It’s just fucking,” I say to him. “You understand?”

Bryce grins as he crawls toward me. “You can believe whatever you want. But I own you.”

“Fuck you,” I hiss.

He grabs me, pulling my jeans down to my knees. He presses me into the couch as he enters me with grunts against my neck. Hissing as he drives deeper into my soaked pussy. Bryce doesn’t pull back. He keeps pushing until I let out a scream.

“Show me,” I gasp. “Show me how much you hate me.”

His hand reaches between my legs, and the bastard strokes my clit until my body shakes underneath his hard thighs. My hands grip the couch cushions as I press back into him. I yelp as his hand slaps my ass. The skin stings as a tear runs down my cheek.

“Don’t be bad to me again.” His breath on my hair as his hips pound into me. “Don’t you do that again.”

I wanted Bryce the moment I saw him on Charlotte’s bed, and I have to be going mad. My pussy tightens around him, and Bryce loses his control as the couch bangs noisily against the wall. I watch the door, wondering if anyone is listening or if Charlotte will walk in and catch us. I moan as he stiffens and comes into my pussy again. Bryce collapses against me, and I feel his mouth on my skin, kissing off the sweat.

“I hate you,” I whisper.

We don’t speak as we put on our clothes. He’s back to being a gentleman, holding the door open as I walk out of the room. He catches my arm before I can bolt up the stairs away from him. His mouth presses against my ear.

“Charlotte won’t give up Terri because you’ll never give me up.”

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