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She deserves so much more than me, and knowing that I’d only lead her into the darkness, I savor every second of what’s happening between us. I’m conning us both. For as long as this is gonna last, letting us believe that I could be capable of loving her. That my heart could actually feel anything other than hatred.
And it hurts like hell knowing that tomorrow I’m gonna have to turn cold on her.
I pull her wrists together and hold them in one hand so my other can take hold of her jaw, I squeeze her cheeks together, and force her to listen to what I have to say.
I’ll only speak it once. There will be no evidence of it for either of us after. Just a fucking memory.
“I wish things were different,” I admit, keeping my voice stern, I’m showing her enough of my weakness. When she tries to respond I press my finger over her lips, and I feel my heart crack open when she kisses it.
She has no idea what she’s doing to me. If she does, she’s playing a wicked game. And as I continue to grind my hips against hers, I decide that if it is a game she’s playing, I might just let her win.
Her body freezes beneath me, my name coming from her lips as her pussy throbs around my cock. Somehow her hands struggle out of my grip, scratching at my skin and digging into my back. And for a few seconds, she’s completely consumed by me… mine.
That comfort causes me to lose concentration. My own body tensing and my release quickly following hers.
I let my head fall into her neck, hissing when I feel myself pump inside her pussy, our heart beats thumping to the same rhythm.
I want to keep her. I want to ride into my club tomorrow morning with her on the back of my bike and lay a claim on her.
But what I want doesn’t matter, nor does the fact that I’m the one inside her right now, my cum leaking out of her and onto my sheets.
Gracie Scott isn’t mine. She has a life, she has a boyfriend, and as soon as she is out of all this shit… she’ll go back to them.
I can’t afford for her to ruin me. I won’t give her another slice of my soul, not when all I have left of it is already in tatters.
I look down at her and let my lips touch hers one last time, I engrave how they feel into my memory because I know that I can’t give in to the temptation of them again.
She holds onto me tightly, looking back at me like she’s trying to read the thoughts in my head. She has no idea what she’d be getting herself into with me. Somewhere in between my kidnapping her and fucking her she’s stopped seeing the danger in me.
But I know it’s still there festering inside, and all I can do for her is protect her from it all. Because I meant every word of my promise. I won’t let anyone hurt her, ever.
Brax isn’t next to me when I wake up, and for a second I worry that I dreamed the whole thing. The intensity. The way he felt inside me. I found pleasure with him that my body has never even come close to reaching before. And I get the feeling that after being with a guy like Brax, things will never be normal again.
Normal… normal seems such a long time ago. Julian, the guy I just cheated on, is normal… A sudden stab of guilt punctures my chest when I think about him. The fact I haven’t really thought about him at all lately makes me feel even worse.
He’s out there looking for me, no doubt frantic with worry. While I’m here in this beautiful cabin, having the orgasm of my life.
I’m a terrible, horrible person.
I make quick work of taking a shower, then throw on some clothes before heading downstairs to find Brax. There’s no sign of him in the house, so I make myself a coffee and wait for him at the table.
“Car’s loaded.” I’m still daydreaming about what happened last night when his voice jolts me back to reality “You ready?” he asks, dusting off his hands. Damn, he looks hot in light jeans and a black tee with his cut.
“We’re leaving now?” I ask, surprised. I don’t know exactly how I was expecting things to be between us now that everything's changed, but it wasn’t this. There's something unapproachable and distant in Brax’s manner, his lips remaining straight and his eyes refusing to meet with mine.
“I got church at nine.”
“Church.” I almost spray a mouthful of coffee across the table trying to hold in my giggle.
“Yeah, church.” Brax’s hard expression doesn’t change. I heard Prez say something about it yesterday, I’d thought it had been some kind of joke, but Brax looks about as serious as a heart attack. His coldness puts me on edge, and suddenly I feel like an idiot for assuming things would be different between us after last night.
Sex doesn’t change things for men like Brax. What a man says to you when his cock’s inside you should never be believed.
I quickly finish my coffee and wash up the cup. Then I make my way out the door, deciding that I’m really going to miss this cabin. I like its privacy and I’ve felt safe here. Now, I’m heading to the unknown. The Dirty Souls’ compound, where I have a feeling things are going to be very different.
Brax opens up the passenger door of the Cadillac, and Duke eagerly leaps inside. I follow him in, sitting myself in the passenger seat. Without a word, Brax slams the door and trudges around to the driver's side
“I could drive if you want to ride your bike,” I suggest when he climbs inside.
