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I swallow it all, and when he pulls out of my mouth, I have to suck in air like it’s going out of style. I can see there are little streaks of makeup on his cock too. Another kind of marking.
Gage chuckles darkly, sounding a little bit breathless.
He pulls me up again, then turns me to face the mirror once more. Some of my makeup is still there, some is smeared all over the place, the black mixing with the white to form a sort of muddy gray.
I look like what I’ve always called myself—a ghost.
Gage runs his knuckles down the side of my face, standing behind me. I look at his reflection instead of turning my head to see him when he speaks.
“Look at yourself,” he says, and his voice has a softer tone to it, even though it’s clear he still wants me to obey him. Bossy bastard.
But I look. I can’t help but look.
“You look ruined,” he goes on. “Are you ruined?”
Am I?
I’m still standing.
I killed Ivan.
Out of the two of us, I fucking won. He might have had the upper hand when I was a kid, locked in a room and helpless to resist his bullshit, but in the end, I got the vengeance I’ve been gunning for this whole time.
It might not be the triumph I expected, and I might not feel the way I thought I would, but that doesn’t change the fact that I won. That at least that ordeal is really and truly over, and every single fucker responsible for making my sister suffer and die is dead in her name.
My lips curl into something that’s a cross between a sneer and a savage grin. “No. I’m not.”
“Good girl,” Gage says.
He yanks me backward until I’m pressed against him again. He just came, and I can still taste the proof of that, but he’s hard all over again.
He bends me over the sink and shoves my skirt down, ripping my underwear off in one go.
My cunt is wet and throbbing, and Gage wastes no time slamming into me. I practically howl with pleasure, and I can feel my walls contracting, going tight around his cock like they don’t want to let him go.
He hisses a curse under his breath, fingers tight on my hips and then draws himself out slowly, making sure I can feel every inch of him.
I’m already so worked up, and it sends an electric shiver up my spine.
“Don’t fucking tease,” I gasp out, trying to push my hips back and get more of him.
He laughs darkly. “I don’t plan on teasing.”
I open my mouth to tell him that it doesn’t look like it when he’s stalling with just the tip of his cock in me, but then he slams himself forward again, and I lose the breath and presence of mind to say fucking anything.
All the thoughts fly right out of my head, and it’s all I can do to brace myself against the counter while he fucks me hard and dirty.
I can hear him slapping against me, hear his cock moving in my soaking wet core. The bathroom is full of the scent of us fucking and the sounds of it, and it’s so much. It’s sogood.
Gage doesn’t speak. It seems like he’s not really one for dirty talk most of the time, preferring to let his actions speak louder than his words, but that’s fine with me. I don’t have the breath for words, and I’m too focused on how goddamn good it feels with him fucking me like this.
He makes my body sing, pleasure and lust climbing higher and higher while he works me over. I know there will be bruises in the shape of his fingers on my hips tomorrow, and I’ll be sore from how hard he’s fucking me, but in the moment, I can’t bring myself to give a shit.
All I care about is how his cock feels in me and how big and imposing he is behind me. How he controls the way we fuck, pulling me back into some of the thrusts or holding me still and making me take it.
All the heat and sensation are filling me up, making it hard to breathe around the pleasure sitting right in the center of my body. It rises higher and higher, and then a little bit higher after that, and my mouth falls open on a silent scream as my orgasm slams into me with force.
My moan is strangled, and I bite back a scream as I shake through the pleasure.
