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My breathing comesout in pants as I release my grip on Parker’s neck. Rolling onto my back, I stare at the ceiling and let out a heavy exhale before I reach over and gather her in my arms. Usually, I fuck and leave. Mainly because I don’t really fuck women who I give two shits about. I use them for their bodies; they use me for mine, and it’s a win-win.
But this is different.
Parker is different.
Neither of us says anything for a moment, and I know this is the time to speak to her. She doesn’t know me, doesn’t know a goddamn thing about me, and I just took her virginity. I didn’t know they made virgin college graduates anymore, but here she fucking is.
Gliding my fingers through her hair, I tug on it gently so that she’ll look up at me. She does, her emerald gaze finding my own. She’s wearing a frown, and I’m sure she’s overthinking everything that just happened.
“Talk to me,” I demand.
She lets out a heavy exhale, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip and scraping backward before she speaks.
“I liked that, and I don’t think I should have because a lot of it hurt.”
Searching her gaze with my own, I clear my throat before I speak, trying to ensure that my words come out the right way. The way that I intend them, not in a way that she can mistake them.
“Sometimes, that act is soft and sweet, others hurried and hard. Then there are times when it is so intense that it consumes your entire being.”
“That was the intense one, right?”
I hum, tugging on her hair again. There is a moment of silence where we just stare at one another. Fuck, I could tell her so many things that would terrify her. She would scream and run from me in a moment if she knew any detail of my life.
But she’s mine.
“Yeah, cupcake. That was intense. In fact, that’s probably all you’ll get from me.”
She places her hand at the center of my chest, then moves her palm to my chest tattoo and extends her finger as she begins to trace my family’s motto, the wordsA Life for a Life. Always a fucking life for a life, and just that alone would send her running straight to the police, fleeing for her life.
“I thought as much,” she murmurs.
Her finger continues to trace the black ink on my body, her eyes following the movement, then she pauses and lifts her gaze to meet mine. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip again but doesn’t scrape it across. Instead, she releases it and begins to speak again.
“Will you come back again? Or is this just for tonight?”
Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around her wrist and roll her onto her back. Thrusting her arm back over her head, I press it hard against the mattress. She spreads her legs, allowing my hips between hers. I watch as she winces from the sensitivity as my pelvis rests against her tender cunt.
Dipping my head, I touch my mouth to hers in a hard kiss. I lift my head to rest my forehead against hers as I let out an exhale. “That,” I say, “will happen over and over and over again. It was not just one night.”
“Wells,” she breathes.
Shifting slightly, I run my nose alongside hers after I brush my lips across her own. “I’m not a nice man,” I confess.
“I’m not that great myself,” she murmurs.
I almost laugh in her face but decide against it. “Sleep, cupcake.”
Pushing off her again, I make sure to pull her against my side and keep her there. In fact, I’m not sure I will ever let her go now that I have her. Watching her from across the street has definitely lost its luster now that I’ve been inside of her.
Now that I’ve claimed her for myself.
ChapterEighteen
PARKER
Something warm,wet, and delicious touches my shoulder, causing me to wake. Turning my head, I look over said wet and warm shoulder to see that it’s my coffee-eyed, bearded, tattooed beast behind me.
“Good morning, cupcake,” he rasps.
