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“Can’t give me more, can you? Not without breaking.”
Jesus fuck. “Think you’re goddamn tough. Won’t ever be tougher than me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Trip. I’ve got nothing left to lose.”
His pace stuttered and almost came to a halt.
He knew what that was like, too, having nothing left to lose. It could make someone dangerous from their desperation, their will to survive.
“Told you. You can’t give me what I want,” she taunted him.
“Bullshit.” He took a handful of her long black hair with those goddamn blue highlights and gripped it tight. He yanked her head up, forcing a gasp from her and her eyes to open. “Want it hard? Want it fast? Want it until it hurts? You fuckin’ got it.”
“Shut up and do it,” she hissed.
Even getting fucked, she still hung onto the anger. Still provoked him. She wanted him to hurt her.
Why? Why the fuck did she want that?
Why would anybody prefer the pain over pleasure?
She reached back and grabbed his forearms, digging her black-painted nails into his flesh, ripping his skin.
He grabbed her hands, torquing them up behind her back until he knew it had to hurt. His arms had been held like that one too many times, right before the cold metal cuffs took his freedom.
He couldn’t give her the bite of handcuffs, but he could make her hurt in other ways. If that’s what she wanted...
He took both her wrists in one hand, holding them mid-back, ripped her hair to the side and bit the back of her neck hard.
She cried out but didn’t tell him to stop as he drove his dick into her even harder.
It was raw. It was brutal and this wasn’t what he had wanted.
But it was her words now driving him on. Encouraging him to continue on one breath, while cursing him with the next.
He wanted to bring her to orgasm, but she was fucking with his head. Her teeth were bared when she sneered, “You can’t make me come.”
He’d had enough. “Fuck you,” he growled. He released her wrists, jammed his hand between her and the counter, found her swollen, slick clit and pinched it so hard, she bucked against him.
He ripped her head back again by her hair and sank his teeth into the side of her neck almost hard enough to draw blood.
She exploded around him, cursing him, the intensity of her orgasm pushing him to his own.
He drove deep one more time, grunted against her skin, around the hold his teeth had, as his balls emptied. Never in his life had he had such an intense release, his dick pulsing like it had its own heart as he filled the wrap.
After a few moments, he released both his hold on her neck and her hair and tried to catch his breath. His heart was pounding so hard, his thoughts in such a tailspin, he couldn’t move.
Not yet.
His whole being had splintered and he was having a hard time gathering the pieces.
What the fuck had happened? What the fuck did this all mean?
“Get the fuck off me.”
Nothing, apparently. “Gimme a sec.”
She began to scream, “Get off me! Get off me! Get off me!” causing him to wince.
What the fuck was wrong with her?
He straightened and stared down at her as he secured the wrap at the base with his fingers and carefully pulled out, hoping it didn’t spill inside her because it was that full.
Before he could pull it off and get rid of it, she spun around and shoved him hard, making him stumble back.
“I hate you!”
Tears were streaming down her face faster than she could wipe them away. She gave up and jerked up her jeans, securing them, her face pale, her eyes holding a whole mix of things Trip couldn’t even begin to decipher.
“Stella...” He slipped the condom off, knotted it and tossed it into a garbage pail tucked under the bar nearby.
“Get out my bar. Get out of my life.” No anger drove those words. Instead it was desolation. Loss. Giving up.
“Stella—”
She pointed toward the door, the tears coming unchecked now. “Get the fuck out.”
He yanked up his jeans. “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’ you like this.”
“I don’t need you.”
The deep-seated disgust and pain in those words twisted in his chest. Were they for him? Or herself?
And then it hit him...
It wasn’t him she’d wanted, him she’d needed.
It was punishment. She had needed the harsh punishment for some reason.
Jesus fuck.
She had used him.
Used him to get whatever she needed.
She sucked in a deep but shaky breath, then screamed, “GET OUT!”
Before he could catch her, she collapsed to the floor.
“Stella!”
He dropped to his knees next to her, sweeping her long hair out of her face. She was conscious but her eyes were empty, even though she was still sobbing hard enough that each one wracked her body.
