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“Finn…don’t…” She looks over her shoulder at me as I part her lips and press gently over her clit. Her brows are pinched and her eyes…they make something cold and grating twist around my heart.
When I speak, it’s a whispered plea. “Let me at least make it good for you.”Please.She shakes her head and swallows deeply. I wonder if the same caustic taste is coating her tongue.
“Just get it over with.” Her words slice my heart in two, like wire through a block of clay. My stomach twists painfully as I realize she probably said something to a similar effect before bending over the first time. And I came at her like a clueless fucking caveman.
“As you wish,” I say through gritted teeth as I drop my hand and position my dick at her entrance. I suck in a painful breath as my head kisses her tight heat. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted in the worst possible way.
“Please, Fi— Just do it.” The resentment and sadness in her voice makes my throat squeeze around a rock with jagged edges. My teeth ache as I push in into her, my jaw so excruciatingly tight as I hold back hot tears.
A small gasp spills from her lips as I sink fully into her. I draw out slowly knowing my piercing is dragging against her inner walls and wanting to give her a chance to adjust to the new sensation. My hips punch forward again, and I bite back a moan. She feels so fucking good. Her cunt is hot and tight. My dick doesn’t know the difference. Doesn’t know that my chest is splintering with every inch I bury myself.
The loft is uncomfortably quiet. The only sounds are the soft punches of my breath with each thrust and the slight creak of the bed. Somewhere outside, an owl calls into the night.
Every cell in my body is screaming to thrust harder, deeper. To dig into her hips until my fingertips are imprinted on her skin. To bring my hand down hot and fiery on her ass for the spark of causing a little pain. I so badly want to reach around and lathe her clit with attention until I feel her clench around my cock in a rapture of her own.
But I can’t do any of that. Not without her hating me more. So rather than give into my carnal drive to break her down and reshape her as my own, I tap a rhythm lightly on her hip to keep from squeezing until she bruises.
As my pleasure—if I can even call it that—builds, it’s sickly-sweet. The sensations that usually make me feel like a god, now make me feel dirty and perverted. I try to concentrate on pumping in and out, keep it mechanical and impersonal, but then I see her fists twist into the quilt, and it breaks something in me. I squeeze my eyes shut as I focus on the rising tide, my balls drawing tight and tingling heat zips up and down my length.
“Fu—fuck,”I curse as hot, blinding pleasure pulses through me and into her.
I keep my eyes closed a moment longer, scared to open them. Scared to see the one person I was supposed to protect and treasure, bent over, used and leaking my cum.
I gather my breath on shaky legs. When I tenderly pull out of her, she doesn’t move, just lays there, cheek against the mattress, intimately exposed. She looks heartbreakingly vulnerable.
I know I should leave, just walk away, not prolong this experience any longer than necessary. But I feel physically ill leaving her like this.
So without a word, I gently smooth her dress back down and brush a kiss on her shoulder.
I go straight to the garage and hit the punching bag until my knuckles are raw and bleeding.
Then I hit it some more.
1.you broke me first—Tate McRae
Chapter 13
Lucky
Effie
I’mgoingtokillhim.I’m going to fucking kill him.1
I throw on whatever clothes I find on the floor after I rummaged through the suitcase last night and left everything like a bomb went off. Before I stomp down the stairs, I spy a lavender cardboard box on the nightstand. I thought I couldn’t get any angrier, but I guess I was wrong. I pick it up, seething, and barrel straight out the door.
When I get outside, Finn has the barn door to the converted garage wide open and just like he wasall fucking night, he’s pounding a hanging punching bag. The sun is barely cresting the tree line. Morning fog is still clinging to the berry fields.
He doesn’t hear me as I approach him from behind. He moves fluidly and light, his lean back muscles dripping with sweat. Each punch radiates raw power, and I swallow a humbling breath. It’s not until this moment, watching the strong, sinewy muscles of his arms flex, that I realize how much rage and violence he’s been holding in, taking it out on the bag.
I shout his name. He doesn’t respond, and I try again, raising my voice. Fed up, I slip one of my slides off and fling it at the back of his head.
“The fuck—” He spins, rubbing the back of his head and pulling out an ear bud. His scowl melts when he realizes it’s me. Mine doesn’t.
“It wasn’t enough to keep me up half the goddamn night with the sound of you punching away, but you had to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to continue and ruin the little sleep I was able to get?”
He dips his chin and flicks his tongue out to suck his bottom lip under his teeth. He levels me with a heated stare that makes me squirm. He breathes heavily through his nose as his eyes rake over me hungrily. I can’t deny that my own breathing grows shallow under the smoldering weight of his gaze.
“Did you hear—”
