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“Yes,” I moan. “Oh, God, yes!” I’m right on the precipice.
“Too bad I can’t let you have it.” Wilder’s tone is cutting, lacking any of the awe I heard a second ago.
“No!” I sob when his hands suddenly leave me, and my legs give out, sending me crashing into the mattress.
He tsks behind me. “Don’t tell me you’re done already, Angel? We’ve only gone one round so far.”
He slaps me across the ass, and I whimper before searching deep for the energy to push myself back onto my knees. The second I’m in position, he starts all over again, edging me just as badly as he did in the bathroom the other day until I can’t physically lift myself off the bed anymore.
Seeming to realize I’m out of energy, he rolls me over, using his knees to shove my legs apart and settling between them.
His eyes slowly roam over my messy hair, tear-stained face, and flushed skin until they linger on my apex, where he can see the sticky mess coating my thighs from multiple near-orgasms.
The further south he gets, the more the look in his eyes turns from lust and desire to anger and irritation. No longer able to look him in the face, I drop my gaze, noticing the way he runs the palm of his hand over his jean-clad erection. Is that what has him so annoyed? The fact that he’s turned on by what he sees? Well, if it annoys him, it has the opposite effect on me. Seeing how much I still affect him is the only true pleasure I get from these sessions. He may be fighting it, but he can’t deny the physical reaction he has to seeing me spread out in front of him, horny and ready for the taking.
“Please, Wilder,” I plead, lifting my eyes to his once again and hoping if he’s looking me right in the face, I can push him to cross that bridge he’s so vehemently avoiding. “I need you.”
He smirks, still palming his dick. I’m pretty sure he’s punishing both of us at this point, but if this is what he needs to feel something, then I’ll happily oblige. I’d do anything to offset some of the painIcaused. And maybe the only way out—the only way for us to move forward—is through. Perhaps we both have to go through this in order to come out the other side, reborn as something new, something that has a future—whatever that may be.
“Is that so? And what exactly is it you need?” My eyes flick down to his dick, my answer more than evident. “Your words, Angel.”
“Your cock inside me.”
“Is that so?” He moves his hands to slowly undo the button of his jeans, lowering the zipper before lifting out his heavy dick and fisting it in his hand until precum leaks from the end. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” I pant, my chest heaving.
“And where do you want it?”
“I-In my pussy.”
He arches a brow. “Are you sure? You don’t want it in your ass? Or your mouth?”
“No,” I groan, growing impatient.
He shifts forward, and I tilt my hips, bringing my knees up to grant him more space and enable him to slide in deeper, but of course, I should have known Wilder wouldn’t cave that easily.
I catch the harsh glint in his eye a split second before he moves, but it’s too late. My top is yanked up before I can react, pulling my arms together above my head, and he pins them to the bedsheet with a firm hand on my wrist.
His other hand fists his weeping cock, tugging on it until the purple vein running along the underside begins to pulsate. “Open your mouth,” he bites out, and seeing that he’s about to come, I obey without question, parting my lips as warm cum spurts from his tip and hits my tongue, lips, and chin.
Panting heavily, his hand still pins my arms above my head, his face looming over mine. “Swallow.” Holding his unreadable gaze, I do just that, swallowing the slightly salty substance. “Open your mouth.”
When I do, he uses a finger to gather the cum on my lips and cheek, pushing his finger into my mouth. My tongue instantly wraps around it, sucking the cum off before swallowing.
Everything about him hardens in the blink of an eye, and I stiffen beneath him. “Don’t bat your eyes and demand that I fuck you ever again,” he snarls in an icy-cold voice. “You lost that privilege a long time ago. Now, we’re playing on my terms.” Swinging a leg over me, he climbs off the bed, tucking himself away, but I’m too boneless to move, instead following him with my eyes. “And don’t go crying to Hawk this time to finish you off.”
Finally, I snap, my temper flaring. “Don’t worry, I can finish the job just fine by myself.”
In a flash of movement, Wilder once again hovers over me, his eyes wild with fury. “Don’t even fucking think about it!”
Before I can so much as gather a retort, he’s gone, the door slamming shut behind him, and I collapse back onto the bed, wondering how my run-ins with Wilder always leave me feeling so alive and wrung out all at once.
Chapter21
KAI
“Given our history, it makes the most sense if I pretend to be her boyfriend.”
