I thrust in another inch, my lids falling closed at the sensation.
“Oh God,Pfeiffer.”
Wet, pathetic sentiment falls from my lips. Words that might give the impression I’ve waited an entire lifetime for this. But Idon’t care. All that matters to me right now is this moment, these sensations, the way time slows with every small thrust I make.
I glance down at her face and her lids are wide open, like she can’t believe I’m actually inside her—like it’s some kind of alien sensation.
In a beat though, it’s not just her face I see.
A vision of my kid brothers flashes before my eyes.
Tears. Hands clapped over their mouths. Dogs sniffing at my matted hair.
Memories drench me like a tidal wave, followed by the sound of my brothers’ pleas to bring me back from the place I withdrew to.
I disappeared from them in every way a person could. Then I allowed myself to be used and molded by a psychopath into an enforcer of the worst possible kind.
I was no longer a brother. I was a monster—a devil. All because ofher.
My gaze finds her eyes, watery and wide. I lock onto them, torn in half by the insanity of finally being inside the girl I used to want more than anything, and the need to deliver a blow that will ruin her.
Remo’s tears still haunt me. I saw them once, and never again. He hasn’t shown any emotion since. She doesn’t know what she robbed us of.
Well, she’s about to find out. With a final surge of resolve, I piston my hips and ram all the way inside her. A gush of warmth envelopes my cock and seizes my brain cells.
I’ve done it.
I’m balls deep inside my first crush, my nemesis, and my head is spinning. The words I was supposed to say have disappeared. They were right there on the tip of my tongue but the headiness of being at one with this woman is overwhelming.
Her mouth has fallen open and she’s panting fast. I know I’m big but no woman has truly struggled to take me. Not like this.
In a stroke of madness, I drift my lips over the tip of her nose.
“What’s wrong?”
Her eyes shut tight. “I… um… I’m…”
I wasn’t prepared for her to fucking hyperventilate. “Pfeiffer, what’s wrong?”
She releases the words on a rush of air. “It’s my first time.”
My mind blanks and my pulse thumps against my temples.What did she just say?
I must have misheard. “Say that again?”
Her eyes remain squeezed. “I’ve never had sex. This is my first time. I—I’m a virgin.”
The room tilts as I process this meteorite of information.
Fuck. Me.
I just took her virginity.
That’s what the warmth is around my cock—it’s blood. I just tore through her hymen like the mindless fucking beast I am.
But it doesn’t make any sense. She’s the same age as me—twenty-eight—and she’s goddamn gorgeous. How can she still be a virgin at twenty-eight?
“Why?” I breathe, my arms shaking as I hold myself above her, afraid to move. The pain from the bullet wound in my abdomen has been relegated to the back of my awareness in lieu of this bombshell.
