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I groan as my head smashes against the hard marble. My vision blurs, dizzying in and out. He crawls over, yanking me down the bed by the backs of my thighs and sinking inside slowly.
“Your last sin, was blaming yourself.”
He thrusts inside of me, his hand coming to the front of my throat. He squeezes until I wheeze for air. He presses into me again, and again, at a slow torturous pace and only giving me air when I’d tap on his arm.
His mouth comes to mine as his pace slows, his tongue slipping inside.
“Don’t ever do any of that shit again or I won’t release my grip next time.”
He releases my throat just as he grinds against my clit and another orgasm screams out of me, my body jerking, strung-out and battered.
Finally, he pulls out and grips his cock, pumping himself until his hot cum sprays out over my chest and face. He brings his fingers to it and swirls it around, and then lifts it to my mouth.
“Open.”
I do, sucking his salty liquid off the tip of his finger.
Falling back down beside me, he yanks the silk sheets up and pulls me under his arm. Once again too tired to wash his cum off me. My eyes close as he presses small kisses to my head and runs circles with his finger around my thigh.
Tillie
The morning sun pours out from under the dark curtains, along with our prior night’s sins. I go to swing my legs over his bed but flinch when they throb with pain. I lift the blanket and take a peek at the damage. Finger marks, bite marks, and dried blood cover my upper thighs where there’s that lovely little cut. It wasn’t enough to need stitches and the dried blood that set over the incision was enough to stop it from bleeding. How generous of him.
“Oh god.” I shake my head.
We took it to another level last night, one I hadn’t seen in Nate since we first slept together. I forgot how bad he can get. Picking up the first thing I find on the floor—another one of his hoodies—I slip it over my head, letting it fall to my knees. My tummy rumbles, but I promised Nate one night, and one night it was. We have to stay focused to figure out our next move. No point being battered soldiers when the battering is happening from each other, not our enemies.
“Where you goin’.” He wraps his arm around my waist and drags me back into the bed.
“I need to go,” I laugh.
His phone starts ringing on his nightstand. Groaning, he grabs at it aimlessly, pushing it to his ear. “What?” His eyes come to mine. “Really?”
“What?” I mouth, wondering why he’s looking at me like I’m a snack. If I’m his snack, I’ll make sure I’m laced with poison for that lethal sex last night.
“Be there in thirty.” He hangs up and smirks at me. I fight the urge to punch his face because it’s not fair he looks this perfect first thing in the damn morning. “Your car is here. Guess you’ll be riding something else other than my dick from now on.”
I throw a pillow at his face and he bursts out laughing, his straight, white teeth flashing behind his perfect lips.
“Bastard.”
I don’t bother changing, mainly because I don’t have clothes here. Since my innocent panties were the product of how nasty we got last night, I left them there too, as a reminder for him, or if he decides to bring home any other girls, a reminder for them—to run for their lives. So all I’ve got is the rolled up piece of the dress—thankfully, that came off very early in the night.
We pull up to Brantley’s driveway, and I turn to face Nate, noticing how absolutely wrecked we both look. Like we just came out of a war zone. He has dark hickeys all over his neck and a black eye?
“Shit. Did I punch you last night?”
He sips on his coffee, trying to find his Ray-Bans. “You kicked me when I licked your sweet little cunt for the fifth time.”
“Nate!” I squirm.
I flip the mirror down and flinch. “I look like shit.” Dark circles, my skin pale and my hair the next home for homeless, stray birds.
“Impossible. Get out.”
We both climb out of the car and my eyes land on the new addition that’s sitting in the middle of Brantley’s driveway.
I smirk, walking up to it just as Brantley and Eli exit the front door.
Brantley tosses me the keys and his eyes widen as they go between Nate and I. “You both look like shit. Must have been a good night.”
I catch them and unlock the car. It really is stunning. Lowered, matte black rims and blacked-out lights. The shiny blood red color gleams against the morning sun.
