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The landing bruises my back no doubt, and I scraped my ass on some part of the grill, but he doesn’t take a second to think about the damage.
No, he tosses the condom somewhere in the grass, props a leg on the hood beside me, and shoots his load all over my chest.
He growls and rumbles through his release, but my mind is drifting away.
“Stay with me, my little cum canvas.” He drives his fingers into my hair and pulls it like a chain around a dog’s neck. “I’m not done with you just yet.”
My eyes fight to stay open as an unnatural heaviness blankets my body. I feel his fingers dipping into and dragging his release across my sternum, and then those cum-coated fingers are pressed to my lips.
“Open.”
I do without question, letting him smear his juices over my tongue, and moan unabashed when his own takes the place of his fingers.
Spit and cum and blood from his teeth tearing into my lip flood my mouth. I’m barely able to keep myself afloat and reciprocate, the ebb and flow of the waves dragging me under.
And then among the salty bitterness, something sweet blooms.
Soft, gentle caresses of his tongue, soothing fingers sifting through my hair.
Fantasy and reality flicker in and out until they merge into one image.
Me fucked out on the hood of a car, lying beneath Corvin Morales.
This should be the moment that I panic. That remembering him and a cock in my cunt should send me into a spiral of poisoned memories.
But it’s quiet.
Empty.
I feel broken. I feel violated.
But Corvin’s hands never leave my body.
He never stops mending the broken pieces back into place.
I think I might be falling in love with him, too.
Chapter 24
Shiloh
My body is covered in deep set bruises, but for the first time, they don’t make me feel ashamed. I don’t see them and go back to that dark place in my mind where strangers rip at parts of me that never seem to heal.
Every ache serves to remind me that to one man, my body is the temple where he worships. He might worship it with harsh hands, but he also worships with tender touches that are almost as searing.
It’s a constant reminder going about my day that I let someone into my body. A part of me I had never intended to give to anyone but one that had been taken again and again.
Corvin gave that power back to me, the power that lets me choose. And I chose him.
I’m just not sure if I can give him more.
Atlas is supposed to be helping me keep my mind off of it by shoving brownies and hot chocolate in my face every few minutes, but every muscle in my body reverberates with a soreness that brings my mind right back to the other night.
It doesn’t help that every time I think about it, I get horny as hell, and Corvin refuses to touch me until I’ve had more time to heal and process and all that thoughtful bullshit.
When Atlas’ break rolls around and it’s clear I’m not making any progress on all this make up work, I close my laptop and put it on the table, holding my hands out for the plate he inevitably brings with him.
Atty smiles that sweet, indulgent smile that used to make my stomach flutter, but now it just rolls a sense of peace over me. I take the plate from his hands, and he drops onto the ugly orange couch beside me.
