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"Just doing what you asked, darling," he growls into my ear. "I'm not taking it slow like I promised, and besides...I have a feeling me being gentle will just bore you out of your skull."
I have no chance to find out if he's right or wrong, since I'm too busy crying out again and again as he pounds into me over and over, and so, so hard that it feels like the shape of his cock will be imprinted on my pussy.
"Stop it!"
But the words only make Rake thrust into me faster as he pants out, "I can't, sorry—-"
"At least say it like you mean it!"
"Sorry," he says again, but this time with the most shamelessly cocky grin.
Grrr!
"Stop moving, damn you—-"
"Can't—-"
I claw his back deep enough to make him bleed the way he's made my pussy bleed, but this only has him thrusting back inside of me with a laugh.
"Stop it!"
I claw harder, but Rake only withdraws before thrusting back so, so deep, that his cock finally makes it all the way to kissing my womb.
"Damn you, stop!"
"God, you're so fucking hot when you look murderously in denial like that."
"I'm! Not! In! Denial!" And I truly mean it, never mind if the way his relentless thrusts have me panting each word out.
"You fucking are, darling—-"
He's purring again, damn him.
How dare this man purr when the pain of his every thrust is making me feel I'm about to break apart under the overpowering weight of his body?
"And you know it."
For just one second, I'm so, so insanely tempted to kill him just to prove how wrong he is—-
But when his head lowers the next moment, and he's shoving my shirt and bra up to my neck in one move—-
I hear myself cry out just like any other girl as his teeth bite down on my nipple.
Hard.
And that's when I realize he's right.
A gentle lover would have been so skull-crushingly boring he would never have managed to make me forget I'm different, and while a part of me is once again terrified at how Rake has my crazy mind all figured out—-
Fear has no choice but to take a backseat as he keeps biting my nipple while fucking me harder and harder, and he doesn't let up at all even when I've grabbed his hair in an attempt to pull his head off.
"Stop it!"
He finally lifts his head, but it's only to rakishly grin down at me, and oh, how the sight of it makes me want to seriously kill and kiss him at the same time.
"Did you say 'harder'?"
No, no, no!
But it's already too late, with his teeth biting down on my other nipple while his cock hammers into me harder and harder as promised—-
Why, why, why does this hurt so, so good?
He's fucking me like I'm his slut, and yet every thrust of his shatters my soul. We're rutting like mindless animals in heat, but when he finally lifts his head and locks his gaze with mine—-
Oh no.
Pleasure explodes between us as we cum at the same time, and I can only cling to him as everything that's happened since Thomas had two cold-blooded killers getting to know each other over the phone—-
It all adds up like chain links clicking into place.
From the way I only blush in his presence to the way he's only vulgar with me—-
From how he tries talking like a shrink to avoid hurting my feelings to the way I'm inexplicably enthralled whenever I see him rubbing his jaw—-
Everything between us, even from the excruciatingly glorious pain of my deflowering to how exquisitely battered my pussy feels as Rake carefully withdraws—-
All of those things have been leading us to this moment: the two of us as one, and our souls chained for eternity, for better or for worse.
The thought makes my chest feel weirdly tight, and it feels even tighter as Rake gently pulls me up like I'm more fragile than glass.
Our gazes meet one more time, and the calm look in his dark eyes speaks a simple truth.
You're mine now, and I'm yours.
His unspoken words make it so, so hard to breathe, but before I can even think of what to say in return—-
"We have now reached West Palm Beach."
Rake groans as the train announcement has me wriggling out of his hold. "Aren't we still having a moment?"
"We can still have our moment," I promise even while hurriedly picking my jeans off the floor, "if you'll let me multitask?"
Chapter Eight
Rake is silent but watchful as he follows me up the steps of a run-down building. He hasn't asked any questions just yet, but a part of me is already convinced it's only a matter of time before he realizes he's made a mistake.
The thought has my fists clenching against my sides, and Rake suddenly grabs my wrist from behind. He turns me around to face him, his gaze questioning. What's wrong?
