Let them hear.
I want everyone to know that Pandora ismine.
She reaches down to finger her clit, but I grab her wrist and force her hand away from her cunt.
“Fuck no,” I say. “You don’t deserve to come from this.”
Pandora bursts out laughing, the sound choked and uneven. “The… the last guy who… left me unsatisfied lost a finger.” She props herself up on her elbows and twists her head to look at me. “Maybe I should add your finger to my collection.”
I make a visceral sound, then I slam forward and grab her hair to force her back against the mattress. “You’re not getting any of my body parts, Pandora.”
She laughs again. “Then fuck me for real, Blaze.”
She’s lucky I’m not the contrary type who’d fuck her slower because of the demand.
For all that I’m pissed off at her, I want her tofeelthis.
I twist my fingers in her hair and drive more deeply into her,bottoming out again and again as I fuck her harder and faster. I’m not going to be able to hold off long, not with the heat and tightness around my cock and the breathless sounds she’s making while I rail her ass.
Then I’m coming with a cry, thrusting furiously into her as my cum spills into her. My entire body is overheated, the rage and arousal mixing with my orgasm and creating a wholly new experience.
My breaths are deafening in my ears.
I let go of Pandora’s hair, then grab her torso to force her up.
I need to kiss her. I get my lips on her ear, her jaw, anything I can reach. She turns her head toward me, and I press my lips as close to her mouth as I can. The angle is awkward, but it doesn’t matter.
I hold her and kiss her as my cock slowly softens and slips out of her.
“Fuck,” Pandora murmurs. “You’re so hot, Blaze.”
I snort and lick a bruise on her neck. “This what you wanted? For me to wreck you?”
“Isn’t that what I said?” Pandora pulls us both down onto the bed, and I slot myself against her back.
We lay like that in silence, and it’s almost pleasant.
The calm after the storm.
As long as I don’t think about what she said.
As long as I don’t worry aboutwhyshe said it.
20
ASCH
The bus stop is empty, both because of the cold and because almost nobody at Dyschord takes the bus. Anyone with any sense would call a rideshare to not freeze their ass off at literal zero degrees, but I’m not interested in wasting that kind of money.
The glass of the bus stop’s cover is covered in salt and dirt. I’m just glad it has the cover at all, letting me sit on the bench without worrying about getting wet. The sidewalk is covered with old, gray snow pushed aside by the snow plows. I had to walk on the street to reach the bus stop.
Maybe the cold dulls that final bit of sense I have, because I’m not paying enough attention to anything but the road.
That’s why the two guys appearing next to me startles me.
They’re wearing coats a bit too light for the weather, with leather gloves and full ski masks.
It’s cold, but no one around here walks around with ski masks.
