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And two, I could never point a gun at someone. I was surrounded by guns and men who liked to use them, but never in a million years would I ever touch such a deadly thing.
Ironic, really. Because I had the deadliest person in town inside of me.
“I’m sorry,” I breathed against his lips. My words set him off, and he pushed himself up while still being buried deep inside of me.
“Don’t ever say that again. You hear me? Baby, you’ve just given me the purest fucking thing a woman could ever give a man, and I’m not about to fucking ruin this for you. I might be a psychotic asshole, but I’m not a monster. Not when it comes to you.”
My tongue was stuck to the top of my mouth, and I tried to swallow but my throat had gone dry.
Hearing him say all those things set something on fire inside my chest. My heart was pounding, and my thighs pressed against his hips, pulling him closer.
Was it possible to act indifferent towards a person for years, then suddenly switch and say all those things?
Apparently. Fender Loveless just made it possible.
His expression turned soft for a split second when he noticed my body relax. He placed his right hand on my thigh and touched my clit with his thumb, gently circling it. “I swear, Remedy, I’ll make this so good for you. I haven’t moved a damn inch and I’m already about to blow. And, baby, that would take away a whole fucking chunk of my ego if I let that happen.”
A laugh bubbled up. I couldn’t help it.
“You think that’s funny?”
I shrugged, easing myself back into the mattress more. I was way too tense before. “A little.”
He muttered a curse and bent down again to kiss me, then he moved his hips back, making me moan.
“I’ll be good,” he promised. “Let me fuck this tight pussy. You’re perfect for me.”
He pushed into me again slowly until he hit something deep inside of me. “Okay.”
That was all he needed to hear.
He pushed himself up again and grabbed my hips with both hands, and when he pulled back, we both looked down to watch his length disappear once more in a hard thrust.
“Fuuuck,” he grunted, repeating that same move over and over again. “Love seeing that blood all over me. I never fuck bare, but I wish I could feel your blood all over my dick.”
I wanted that. Something about him being so possessive over me made me squirm beneath him. He noticed, and his eyes met mine. He narrowed them, then a smirk curled his lips. “You want that, sweet girl? Mark me with your blood and feel my bare dick inside you?”
Anything. At this point I’d let him do anything. “Yes, please.”
He laughed, thrusting harder into me. “So fucking polite. Not sure I’ll survive this. You feel so fucking good baby. Tell me, am I still hurting you?”
Yes, but in the best way possible.
I shook my head.
“Good.”
His thrusts got harder and I dug my fingernails into his arms, needing to hold on to something. I was breathing heavily and my moans got louder, and I wondered if anyone downstairs would hear me.
This clubhouse had seen better days, and every time someone fucked up here, you could almost always hear it.
When I felt Fender’s cock throb inside of me, I knew he’d be coming soon. I already had two orgasms because of him, and I wasn’t sure if a third one was possible. I was feeling so many things at once that I couldn’t focus on just one.
But my goal wasn’t to come. My goal was to make this as memorable for myself, but also for him. Because no matter the words he said to me before, I was scared he’d push me away again.
His loud roar sent shivers down my spine and I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, then he leaned in to kiss me, and shortly after, he stilled.
“Goddamn,” he murmured against my lips. “Never gonna recover.”
