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He releases my hair and grabs on to the back of my neck as he picks up the pace. With every thrust, I slam back into him. Relentless, that’s how he fucks me. His hand tightens around the back of my neck as my pussy sings like a fucking siren for her release. He slows down the speed but intensifies the thrusting. Jolting me forward, he grinds into me as fire ripples through my veins and my muscles release the tension they’ve been holding on to. Wet cum drizzles down the inside of my thighs.
With sweaty hands, he pulls out of me and pushes me back down onto my back, my long dark hair sprawling out over his sheets. “Always knew you’d be beneath me one day…” He smirks, and I can’t even smile, that’s how exhausted I am.
He crawls over me, stretching my knees wide with his while his cock is at the entrance again. I search his eyes that are right above me, and I have to fight the emotion that’s roaring to the surface. Once he finds out the truth, he’s going to hate me.
His hand comes to my throat as his lips fall to mine. Just as he slips back inside of me, he kisses me. Not hard, or fast, or rushed. His lips move in perfect synchrony, as if kissing is his art and I’m the student. Our lips don’t break, and when he pulls out and slams back inside of me, I moan into his mouth as his fingers clench around my throat. And so it happens, the kissing, the slapping of sweaty bodies filling the room, the grunty groans, the slapping across my face, the smell of sex tainted in cigarette smoke. I’ve never felt so good while feeling so guilty at the same time. As if I know that this right here, with him inside of me is what home feels like, but the guilt that creeps into my bones reminds me that I’m not being honest with him. He has always protected me, and I know that the second he finds out that he failed in the worst way possible, he’s going to carry the guilt. So for now, while I have him, I’m going to drown in his poison and pray for a quick death.
His hips grind into me as he continues to ride my body over and over. Every now and then his grip around my throat would tighten, until I feel like my head is the shape of a balloon, but then he’d release it, and bite, gnaw at my neck like a vampire, breaking the flesh on my neck until blood slides down the curves of my throat.
“Royce,” I moan tirelessly, my thighs clenching around his waist. Our bodies are slick with moisture, my heart near flatlining.
His mouth is back on mine and I lose it, my insides turn to liquid fire, igniting my orgasm until I’m dripping down his cock and over my upper thigh in jolts of release.
He muffles his moans by biting down on my bottom lip as he pulses inside of me, his chest dropping down to mine.
Sedated, I wrap my arm around him as he slides off, tucking me into his chest.
He kisses my head. “You’re going to tell me who that man is, Duchess, and I’m going to make sure he knows exactly who he just fucked with.”
I fucked up last night, let shit slip. My restraint when it comes to Jade is imaginary and having her walk her sexy little ass onto my lap was like hanging bait in front of a starved wolf. I’m obviously going to fucking snap. I was weak, but it wasn’t wrong. It should be wrong, but when I’ve been fantasizing about having her under me for so long, having it finally happen only solidifies those same feelings.
Feelings I sure as fuck cannot afford to have in my life.
“I fucked up,” I say to Wicked as soon as he pulls in behind me at the clubhouse.
“You fucked her again.” It wasn’t a question, it was a confirmation.
“Yeah, and what’s worse?” I add, smirking at him while pushing my keys into my pocket. “Is that I’m not letting her leave now.”
Wicked chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re a dumb fuck. Been fussy with your pussy for years, never fucked the same bitch twice—with the exception of Bea—and now all of a sudden you’re ready for a wifey.”
I flip him off. “I didn’t say that, I just mean she’s fucking with my head. I always knew the potential she could have with me, and it’s partially why I vowed to myself when I was a kid that I’d never touch her. Fucking tempted too, damn, there were a few close calls when we were kids when I almost fucking threw it all in and was ready to pursue her like that, but—” I pause as we reach the edge of the steps, turning my head over my shoulder. “—but she’s my fucking sister.”
