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“You’re right. Its screwed up. We’re a perfectly fucked up mess.” Lips pressing to lips, I was tempted to slap him, but my body was still sore from the night before and I knew I couldn’t handle a repeat.
Sighing against him, I gave in like I always did, melting into him.
His tongue skated over the roof of my mouth, exploring until it found mine. He slid his hands to my ass, firmly gripping each globe before moving to the back of my thighs.
“Hold onto me,” he commanded softly, wrapping my legs around his waist.
I locked my arms behind his neck, doing as he said. He carried me the rest of the way up the stairs and down the hall, laying me on his bed once we reached his room.
The kiss went from something soft and gentle to harsh and fevered. I grasped at his navy dress shirt to get it off him. He laughed lightly, grabbing my pajama shorts and pulling them off in one fluid motion, taking my underwear with them.
I sighed again contentedly, running my hands over his warm, smooth skin and spreading my legs. When all our clothes were strewn around the room, he gripped my thighs and settled between them.
I cupped his face, pulling his mouth back to mine.
If everything else could just fall away and I could keep this moment forever, I would. What we were doing was wrong, but, I didn’t want to do what was right.
He ran his hard length up and down my slit, making me squirm beneath him.
“Do you want this?” he asked, breaking away from my mouth to trail kisses down my jawline.
“Yes,” I breathed.
That was all he needed to hear. He gripped my thighs and eased his thick cock inside me, slowly receded, and then came back in, going balls deep. I hissed from the rough intrusion, digging my nails into his broad back. Rough as ever, he and pounded into me with hard, brutal strokes.
I clawed at him, cursing him on ragged breaths and moans.
He lurched down, burying himself deeper and sucked my tongue into his mouth. His fingers dug into my legs as he tossed them over his shoulders.
Every thrust seemed to mold him to me. He filled me entirely, making sure my body would always remember his. He braced himself with one hand on the headboard, wrapping the other around my throat.
I met his hips with mine. Beads of sweat dotted his brow, muscles flexing beneath my fingertips. He abruptly dropped my thighs and flipped me onto my stomach, not giving me a chance to catch my breath before he was back inside me. One hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back and forcing my body to arch. A small yelp slipped out when he smacked my ass and shoved my face into the bedsheets.
I wasn’t sure how long we went at it. He didn’t stop until my voice was gone and my orgasms were nothing but silent screams.
My body was complete mush when we finished.
When he pulled me into his arms after we had showered, I didn’t fight it, even though it confused me. He couldn’t hate me—not as he claimed to. You didn’t hold someone you hated the way he held me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
We were still wrapped in each other’s arms, basking in the silence, when I decided to speak.
“Do you know my real father?”
“No,” he answered quietly, running a hand through my hair.
“Is my sister okay?”
“Unless orgasms cause pain, she’s fine.”
What an ass.
I wasn’t surprised Abbi had fallen into bed with Jax. My sister had always been a bit more sexually free than I was. Jax was hot; Abbi was gorgeous. I’m sure the sex was explosive.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
“Isn’t it obvious? We just fucked.”
I lifted my head from his chest and glared.
“I can’t tell you. Not yet.”
“But why? What does it change? I’m not going anywhere. I could’ve run out that door, and I didn’t.”
“Rebel.” He shifted so my head was back on his chest. “You should get some rest. We have a long day tomorrow.” It was the last thing he said to me before I was lulled to sleep by his heartbeat.
At barely six in the morning, the sound of a phone ringing woke me up.
I was surprised that Pierce had stayed in bed with me all night. I was glad he finally slept. Sometimes, the man seemed more cyborg than human. I nudged his shoulder to rouse him and watched his eyes spring open.
He sat up like he’d been awake the whole time and reached for his phone.
I caught a glimpse of the name Remmington on the screen. When he answered, I attempted to move away, but he wrapped an arm around my waist and held me in place.
“Is it done?” he asked whoever was on the other line.
