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I go off like a rocket, clenching so hard he chokes out, “Fuck, Katrina. Fucking hell…” He fucks me through his own release, fucks his cum into me as if he wants to make sure he leaves his mark.

His hands slide under my ass lifting me onto his dick as he sits back and slows everything down, letting us both ride out the pleasure saturating every cell in my body.

“I think I’m dead,” I say, letting out a contented sigh.

“I think you broke my fucking cock,” he chuckles, falling down beside me on the bed, still fully clothed.

“You didn’t even get naked.” I pout, rolling onto my side to face him.

My thighs are sticky with his cum but I like it. I like knowing he was there.

“Next time,” his dark gaze flicks to mine.

“There’s going to be a next time?” I ask, hopeful.

“Like I said, you need dick, Kitty Kat, you come to me and no one else.”

Irritation blasts through me, but it’s laced with hurt. Because just as I suspected this isn’t about giving me what I want or even taking what he wants, it’s about some macho male pride bullshit.

“You should go,” I say coolly, refusing to meet his eyes.

“What?”

“You heard me, you should leave. But don’t worry, next time I need a good fuck, I’ll call you.”

“Kat, I didn’t—”

“Whatever, Styx. I’m tired and if my Aunt Cassie catches you in here, she’ll string you up by your balls. So like I said, you should go.”

“Babe, come on, don’t be like this.” He snuggles me from behind, pressing a kiss on my shoulder. “I didn’t mean it. I’m just new to all of this, Kitty Kat. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Just go. It’s the middle of the night and I’m tired.”

“Yeah.” He blows out a steady breath. “I’m out of here.”

The bed dips and then his feet hit the floor. But I don’t glance back, I can’t. Because I refuse to let him see me cry. And if I see any hints of an apology in his eyes or worse, regret, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself.

“I’ll call you later, okay. Maybe we can hang out. You could come over and watch a movie or something.”

A pity movie.

Wonderful.

Is he really that clueless that he has no idea how his flippant remark has made me feel?

“I know I fucked up just now but this thing between us, Kitty Kat, it isn’t over. That you can be sure of.”

Hmm, I think to myself as he slips out of my room without so much as a goodbye.

He might have said the words, but he sure has a funny way of showing it.

16

STYX

Closing the stockroom door behind me, I breathe a sigh of relief when the loud beat of the music dims. Pulling my cell from my pocket, I swipe the message I’ve got from Ryder.

I couldn’t help myself last night, and I’d typed out a message to him before I even started my truck to head home. I shouldn’t have been driving after the vodka I’d drunk. But I also shouldn’t have broken into Kat’s house and taken her in the bed while her mom and Aunt slept down the hall.

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