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“Fuck, baby,” he groans.

My moan skates across his warm skin as I continue leaving marks on his neck, tugging at his hair while undoing his belt with my other hand.

I can feel the continuous tears wetting my face. They won’t stop. My heart’s screaming as though my brain has it convinced this is the last time I’ll ever feel him.

“Baby,” he whispers, wrapping his hand around my throat to push me back.

“No,” I protest, pushing against his hand, not caring that I’m struggling to breathe now. I bite his shoulder, sucking the skin into my mouth.

He shoves me into the tree, the bark rough against my back. My lips tremble, and I shake my head, pleading, “Please.”

“Rome.”

“I’ll do it. I’ll give him the estate, I’ll tell him everything I can about the team, I’ll convince every person in this bloody world to use his hotels. Please, baby.” I grip his face, his jaw tightening beneath my hands.

He shakes his head. “No.”

“I CAN’T FUCKING LOSE YOU!”

“You won’t,” he whispers, gently stroking my cheek with his thumb.

He can’t guarantee that.

Chapter fifty-two

RAIN

I’ve hurt him. Again.

Tears stream down his face, wetting his neck and chest, a quiet sob falling from his lips as he fights to pull me back in to kiss him. I allow it, still fighting my own tears.

A groan works its way up my throat as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, sinking his teeth into it. Copper coats my tongue as our hands swipe over one another to remove each item of clothing. Wrenching my lips from his, I lay out my shirt and then tug him to me before I lay him back on it. Me knees sink into the wet ground as I snatch my pants from the forest floor and pull out my belt.

“What are you…” he trails off when I pull his wrists together and figure-eight the belt around them. He hisses at the leather biting his skin as I tighten it and pin his arms to his stomach. “Rain,” he pleads, and I hate how broken his voice sounds.

“I’m right here, baby.”

“Hurry,” he growls impatiently. Sitting back on my haunches, I spit on my hand and begin stroking myself roughly, trying to ease the ache. “Fuck me!” His screamed demand echoes in eerie surrounding.

I spit in my hand again and smear it over his ass to wet him, quickly sliding in my fingers in to stretch him. I don’t like that we don’t have lube and I don’t have the resources to take the proper precautions to lessen his pain, but I’ll make do with what I have. Any mess doesn’t bother me in the slightest, but I don’t want him feeling embarrassed if there is.

I gently pull out my three fingers and position myself on top of him, watching the tears continue to glide past his temples. Heart smashing against my ribs, I slide my hand beneath his head and capture his lips with my bleeding ones, a tear leaking from my eye as I guide myself in.

He groans into my mouth, his tight ass welcoming me. I force myself to the hilt and pull back to the head before slamming into him again.

“Harder,” he moans against my neck, sucking on the already assaulted skin.

I smile at the throb of each mark he leaves as he continues to my chest. Pulling my hips back, I slam into him again, causing us to slide along the ground.

“More,” he begs.

“More?” I taunt, pulling back and thrusting forward harder.

Seems he’s become accustomed to the pain of being fucked.

I wrap my hand around his throat and place the other beside his head. His mouth falls further open as I pull out completely, then bury myself deep inside him again. His hair jolts from the force, his cock slapping against his stomach.

“More?” I taunt again.