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“You’re being selfish!” He slams his fist into the bookshelf, rattling the stupid little knickknacks that line the shelf.
“I’m the one that has to sit back and watch it all happen, and I can’t do a fucking thing about it!” His voice booms in the small space of our living room. The anger is palpable, like black smoke slowly permeating the room and pressing down on me.
I wrap my arms around my body, hugging myself. I’ve seen him angry, but not like this, and it breaks my heart. Tears pool in my eyes threatening to escape, and I’m so tired of crying. I don’t know how to make this better.
“You’re making me feel like a diagnosis instead of a person. Do you think I want to make you go through that, having to care for me when I can’t even brush my own teeth, or God forbid lose my mind?”
Cash shakes his head and grips my arms. “I don’t care about any of that. I just want you.” He moves closer to me, resting his forehead against mine and breathing in deeply. “I will gladly brush your teeth, put your socks on for you, comb your hair…” he runs his hand down the side of my head, “do anything, just as long as you stay with me.”
I open my eyes and peer into his stormy greys. I can see how much he loves me, and sometimes I don’t think I deserve it. The point is, I don’t want him to have to do any of those things. “Then don’t make me feel like I’m already an invalid. Let me live while I have life left,” I ask of him, running my fingers through his hair and breathing him in. He smells like leather and old records. The gasoline smell is long gone and I miss it. Everything about him is comforting and safe. “I still want to feel like a woman.” I rise onto my toes to reach his lips and kiss him softly. His hand tightens on my waist as he deepens the kiss. It’s been so long since we have just been Cash and Mia.
My tongue darts out and runs across his lower lip before he lets me in. A small groan escapes his lips and I can feel his growing erection pressing against me. Heat rushes from my cheeks down my neck and into my chest. I let out a hot breath.
“Make me feel like I am wanted again,” I whisper against his mouth and look up at him through my lashes, desire licking flames up my body.
His grip on me tightens, but it’s still hesitant. We haven’t had sex since my miscarriage, and I’ve missed him so much. I want him buried inside of me until I can’t recognize where he begins and I end. I want to turn this anger inside of me and channel it into fucking him. I want the violence I know he has tethered inside to be unleashed upon me.
I want to feel alive.
“Mia,” he cautions me.
I run my hands down his chest and gather his shirt into the palm of my hand as I kiss my way across his jaw. Slowly, I lift the shirt over his head and use my tongue to trace the lines of a tattoo snaking over his chest and onto his shoulder.
The way he touches me with only a look draws me to him and ignites a fire in my belly. The raw, aching feeling to own him, to possess him, overwhelms me. There is a storm building inside of me, and I can’t contain it any longer.
I think back to that time in the loft above the record store when Cash said all you have to do is tell me what you want. So I do. “I want you to be rough with me.” His breathing hitches for a moment and he grabs onto me tighter as if he’s trying to restrain himself, but I don’t want him to be restrained. “Own me,” I say breathlessly, and I feel the vibration of a growl bubbling up in his chest.
Hot embers fill my throat like a torch of need, and he roughly pulls me closer to him. He’s afraid, and I understand. That’s why I will have to be the one to take control. He watches as I drag my tongue down his chest to his abdomen and unbutton his jeans. His stomach quivers under my touch, and his breathing becomes slow and raspy. It has been too long, and his need is too great to resist me.
I need to be fucked and to forget who I am, just for tonight.
He grips my hair, pulling my head back, as moans escape his lips. I take him into my mouth and push him back against the couch. He grips the edge, his knuckles turning white. The way he clenches his thighs and the tilt of his head as he watches me ignites a need in me that I can’t control. His lips part but there’s no sound as I take him deeper and harder, until he grips my hair and pulls me up. He captures me in his arms, breathing heavily before he crashes his mouth down on mine. He turns me around, pressing my back to him, and runs his hands up my body, covering my breasts with his palms as he kisses my neck.
“Make me come for you,” I say as he reaches up and runs his thumb along my lip, pulling it down and I close my eyes wanting to feel every single thing as if it will be my last.
He turns me back to him and pins me to the wall, ripping my shirt open, the buttons flying and scattering on the carpet. I shudder and gasp with lust. My body sings with desire as he pulls my breast from its constraint and dips his head to take my nipple in his mouth. “Fucking perfect,” he growls as I claw at him and tip my head back, letting out a moan as he grinds his body to mine. It feels raw and desperate and everything I need.
All I can feel is him.
All I want is him.
He lifts my body and I wrap my legs around his waist. His erection presses against me and I can’t bear the clothes between us. He captures my mouth with his and I bite his lip hard enough to draw blood. He rears back to look at me in shock, but all I can see is his pupils dilate. He uses the back of his hand to wipe the blood from his lip. “Fuck,” he says and carries me into the bedroom.
“You want me to be rough?” he asks with feral eyes as he throws me onto the bed. My sex throbs with anticipation, and I can’t wait for him to touch me next. He must know how much I need him, how much I like this.
“Yes,” I pant.
Cash stands before me, his chest bare as he pulls the jeans from his body. I lick my lips as his cock springs free and I want him inside me. Unrestrained, Cash is more beautiful than I ever imagined.
He yanks the shorts from my body and then grips my hips, pulling me to his mouth. The moment he makes contact I cry out, desperate for more. I don’t contain the moans and cries that come from deep within my belly.
I let them out.
Just when I think I’m going to come, he flips me on my stomach, covering my body with his. He slides his cock between my thighs and my body quivers, feeling the slickness of our bodies moving together. He grabs the back of my head and pulls my face to the side so he can kiss me.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he says into my ear. His voice is barely a whisper, but I can feel it in my bones.
“Then take me,” I tell him, and he slams into me, turning me on my side. His hand travels down my body possessively and his fingers find my clit.
