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Leo opened and closed his mouth, seemingly stuck in indecision. And then, rage crossed his features, this unbridled explosion of emotion that twisted his expression up into something feral.
“I didn’t get my goodbye, Christine,” he snapped before unbuckling his belt.
I spoke as he tossed his pants across the room and stripped out of his shirt. “I’m not sure I want a goodbye anymore. As you can see, I’m more than taken care of here.”
“Frankly, baby, I don’t fucking care,” he sneered before grabbing my hips and pulling me toward the edge of the bed.
“No,” I said firmly, pushing against his chest. “No goodbye. No more. You missed your chance.”
“Did I, now?” he asked, his eyes narrowing as he stared at me.
“You said you weren’t sure if you loved me, Leo. I can’t handle that,” I said before rolling over and trying to get away, but he wasn’t having any of that. I yelped as he yanked my hips back, moving like lightning. He gripped my thighs and pulled me close. I looked over my shoulder at him before trying to crawl away again.
His eyes burned into mine, and his lips curled into a snarl. “Give me my goodbye,” he demanded as he pushed my shoulders down and forced my ass up in the air.
My eyes widened. “No.”
Atticus and August sat back on the bed beside us, each one watching with a heavy, hungry gaze as Leo dragged his hands up and down my body, squeezing and pulling me closer to his cock.
“Are you going to stop this?” I asked Atticus.
“We both know you’re capable of stopping him, Little Monster,” Atticus replied. He then bit his lip and sat back. August seemed unsure but followed his lead.
I felt Leo’s cock brush against my ass, and I shuddered. I could feel the weight of his stare, the same as Atticus, who sat right next to me at his side. I blushed and squirmed with every touch, every squeeze, as Leo’s thigh pushed mine apart.
“You wanted a fight, Christine? You fucking got one.” He slid his hands down my thighs and over my ass, pulling me back to his groin. He gripped my hips and stared down at me as he settled himself at my entrance. I moaned, arching my spine, as he brushed his tip against my slick opening still dripping with Atticus’s cum. My pussy throbbed and ached for him. I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn’t want to give him that satisfaction.
“You don’t get to fuck me, Leo. You get to watch the man who does.” I closed my eyes, trying to control my breaths as he pushed the tip of his cock against my opening.
“You forgot something, baby,” Leo said. “You’ll be with them, but you’ll think about me.”
He sunk his cock into me, making me gasp as he filled me up. He started to fuck me, and his strokes were hard, fast and deep. I felt his cock rub against my pussy walls. I gasped and writhed, my hands gripping the sheets. I was going to come hard, but I wasn’t going to beg him for it. He sped up his movements and I closed my eyes, trying to fight the urge. I knew I was fighting a losing battle, but what did it matter, anyway? What did anything matter?
“Your pussy will always love me, Christine. Even when you don’t.”
I sobbed, biting my lip as he rocked against me. His skin slapped against my ass. I could feel my orgasm building up deep and low in my stomach, a blinding white-hot light that burned my skin from within.
“I’m going to ruin your cunt, baby. My cock is going to be the only way to feel, Christine. You’ll need it to make sense of the world. I’m going to ruin you.”
I felt the sting of pleasure, and I knew he was right. He already ruined me when he gave up on us. I was going to give myself over to him and keep fighting him until he finally gave me what I wanted.
Everything.
All of them.
He fucked me harder until he was slamming into me. He groaned as he thrust into me, and I moaned, aching for his cock, desperate for his touch.
He leaned over me and grabbed my hair in his hand. He removed a hand from my hip and slowly trailed it around the front of my body, over my clit and up to my breasts. I was throbbing. I held my breath, waiting for him to move his hand back to my hip and fuck me harder. Instead, he took his hand away, leaving my pussy pulsing in need. I mewled in protest. I couldn’t last much longer. I could feel the pressure increasing, my orgasm building up inside of me. I was moaning and crying out. All I wanted was for him to fuck me harder and faster, to pound into me and to dig his nails into my skin.
But then. He just stopped.
“Feel that, Christine? That’s what a fucking goodbye feels like. And we both know neither of them will finish what I started.”
“So close,” I cried, my voice shaking.
“You still need more, don’t you?” I could hear the amused tone in his voice. I wanted to kill him for doing this to me, for leaving me hanging. But I was so close, so close to an orgasm that my entire body was electric.
“Please,” I pleaded, my body shaking, my arms and legs trembling.
