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“My dad told me everything,” he spits. “I can’t believe I let you wrap me around your finger. I can’t believe I listened to your sob story, or that I fucked you. That I felt even a sliver of sorrow for you.”
The darkness in his voice is startling and he takes a step toward me, which makes me instinctively take one back. I don’t know exactly what Henry told him, but I know for sure that it wasn’t the truth.
“Vance, I swear…” I hold up my hands to fight him off, but he cuts me off, waving a hand in front of me.
“Shut. Up. No more lies. No more words. No. More. Fucking. Talking. You used me, you used my body, my emotions, and now I’m going to use you.” He takes another step forward, and I take one back, my back hitting the table behind me, leaving me nowhere else to go. Trapped. I’m trapped.
He closes the distance between us with one large stride. The air grows thick with tension, with arousal. Part of me is terrified of having him so close, ironically, another part of me takes comfort in his body being so near.
I’m equally scared and excited when he leans in, his chest pressing against mine while grinding his groin into my center, making it impossible for me to miss how turned on he is. His face is so close to mine, his minty breath fans out against my cheek as he leans in and whispers directly into my ear. “Turn around.” His voice is deep and gravelly, the sound vibrating through me, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
My mouth goes dry, and I lick my lips instead of kissing him like I want to. I can feel the slickness of my folds wetting my panties. And when our gazes meet for a fraction of a second, it feels like we’re seconds away from exploding into each other. The lust and carnal need in his eyes leave me breathless. He hates me, but he also wants me, and right now, I’ll take that. If that is the only way I can be close to him, then that’s enough for me.
My body moves on its own, following his order as if it was always made to. I start to turn slowly, but apparently too slow for Vance because he grabs my hips and spins me around in one swift move, then dips his fingers into the waistband of my leggings, his fingers make contact with my skin and a small zing of pleasure ripples across my skin. He shoves my leggings and panties down swiftly, leaving them at my ankles.
Cool air caresses my heated skin as I listen to Vance undo his pants behind me.
“Hands on the table,” he orders gruffly, and all I can do is follow his command. I place my palms flat on the tabletop.
My nipples harden uncomfortably inside my bra. A soft groan meets my ears, and I can’t comprehend if that came for me or Vance. The lines between hate and want are so muddled right now it’s almost like we’re trying everything we can to not hate each other. Vance places a hand to my lower back to hold me in place and then I feel the smooth head of his cock at my pussy. He drags himself up and down through my folds, growling when he realizes how wet I am for him, how much I crave his touch, even if he is not gentle and loving like he was two nights ago.
“Tell me you want this…tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“Yes,” I whimper, just as I feel him tease over my entrance. I want him. I want him so badly. Without any warning, he slams into me, stretching me as he buries his length inside of my channel, stopping only once his heavy balls slap against my ass. There’s a slight sting of pain, and I cry out with the mixture of both pain and pleasure at the intrusion.
“Vance…” I whimper, gripping onto the table for leverage, knowing that he’s about to make me feel every ounce of anger, and hate he has for me. I might not deserve it, but I’ll take it for him. I’ll harbor the weight of his father’s betrayal.
He doesn’t stop to give me time to adjust, he takes me hard and fast, plowing into me like an animal. I can feel his rage with each thrust mounting, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me back every time he thrusts inside.
My arms give out and I let my upper body rest on the table, turning my head to the side, I press my cheek against the flat wooden surface and continue to hold onto the edge as he continues fucking me, his strokes more furious than the next.
