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“Yes, and you can’t fuck away the pain, Rome. Let’s just talk about—”

“I don’t want to fucking talk.” He fists his hair. “If you don’t want to fuck, get out of my face.”

“Pushing me away won’t work. I’m never leaving.”

“Do you want me on my knees? Is that it? You want me begging for you?”

I advance a step. “In any other situation, yes, but not right now.”

His pained eyes drop to the floor. “Please. Please fuck me.”

I want to. God, do I want to fuck, but it’s only a temporary escape from the hurt. Alexa was the same—she was so overwhelmed by the demons invading her thoughts, we’d fuck three times a night. After a week, I realised it wasn’t just because she loved fucking me. It was a pause on reality.

He pulls off his clothes and violently throws them across the room toward his closet, lifting his trembling chin. “Fuck. Me.”

If we fuck now, he’ll have no choice but to talk to me afterwards.

My breath hitches as he takes quick steps toward me. I place a finger on his lips moving toward mine. “You want to fuck, baby?”

“Clearly,” he mumbles against it.

“Then I won’t be gentle like I was last time. Do you want that?”

He stares for a moment, and then nods confidently.

I rip off all my clothes and shoes and snatch his nape, making him hiss as I pull him to the bed and force him onto all fours. The mattress sinks beneath my knees as I kneel behind him and reach for the lube in my nightstand. Spreading the sticky liquid with my thumb, I force it in. His head drops on a moan, the blanket balling in his fists.

I pull my thumb out and wet my cock, palming a hand on his back to lay him face down on the bed. Settling my knees on either side of his, I wrap an arm around his neck to grip his jaw and stare into his hooded eyes, guiding myself in.

His greedy ass swallows my cock, and I press my mouth to his ear, forcing him to hear what he fucking does to me.

He grunts, squeezing his eyes as I slam back into him over and over.

“Fucking take it,” I whisper in his ear, forcing myself to the hilt.

God, he feels fucking incredible. Tight. Warm.

The headboard slams against the wall, but the thudding holds little strength against our moans, grunts, and whimpers.

It’s not until my elbow is hooked around his throat, he’s choking, and we’re both covered in sweat do I realise what he needs right now. His life has been turned upside down. Everything is coming at him…He needs control.

My cock throbs with a plea to be back inside him as I pull out and lay on my back, coaxing a finger. “Come here.” Adorable curls stick to his confused, sweaty face. “Ride my fucking cock, Rome.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he moves to straddle me, looking nervous as shit.

I pull him closer and spread his ass. “Guide me in.” His hand slides between us to grip me and position himself correctly. “Eyes,” I command. Alluring green eyes flick between mine with hesitation. “Fucking sit, Rome.” A deep, relieved moan shakes my chest as his ass swallows me again, the comforter pulling taut beneath me when he takes me to the hilt.

“Is that good?” he asks breathlessly, palming a hand on my chest.

Spitting in my hand, I grip him and begin stroking. “Perfect, baby.”

“Mmm, fuuuck!”

Pleasure judders down my spine as he pushes harder at my chest and slams his other hand beside my head, riding harder. I keep stroking in rhythm, staring in complete awe as sweat drips from his body to mine.

“You tell me when to come, baby.”

Sweaty lips capture mine, and I swallow his adorable whine and grip his nape, stroking his long, thick cock harder. He takes my cheek in a bruising hold, forcing my mouth to his ear. He shudders against me, and I tease the angry veins and squeeze the engorged crown. He hardens in my hand and releases a ragged breath against my neck. “Come, pl-please,” he begs.