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It’s all downhill from there. A toboggan ride to hell, delivered by the devil himself. Terse words from Gabriel “No Mercy” Stone—the king of the mixed martial arts team Austin fights for and I work with as a physical therapist—has me flinching, putting on my big girl panties and buckling up for the rough ride. Mercy is not something I can ever expect from Gabriel. He fights me with words just as fiercely as he fights in the ring with every punch, kick, and chokehold.
He takes me down emotionally in no time flat. It’s no surprise. I hide it well, but I’m no match for a man like Gabriel. I can barely hold my own with Austin, and we’ve had eight glorious years together. I’ve known Gabriel for five of those years. He was all smiles and sexy glances until he found out I was with Austin. Ever since, it’s been a war of words and looks that could kill.
It wouldn’t be so bad, if I wasn’t shamefully attracted to him. Despite how Gabriel treats me, there’s a connection I have a hard time ignoring. And to top it off, Austin has turned into his mini-me, spawn of the devil, in the last year. I can’t escape Gabriel or his influence over my life.
Yeah, I’m an idiot.It’s time to throw in the towel. A girl can only take so much. I’m resilient, but I’m not stupid.So why am I acting like it?I should just leave, and I don’t mean the bar. I mean Lyndale. I should head home to Vegas, though it doesn’t feel like home anymore. Austin was my home, my sanctuary. Wherever he was, I was home.
Now, I feel homeless even in his arms—which I rarely find myself in.
I’m tappin’ out.
I elbow my way past Gabriel with a terse “Goodnight.” My mind is already moving on from Gabriel’s beatdown to plans to end things with Austin.
That is, until the voice of the man my heart bleeds for fills my ears, and his hand slips into mine. “Let’s go home.” Austin says it like he knows where home is, like I’m as much his home as he used to be mine.
“Don’t do me any favors.” The bite of my hurt stings my tongue as it leaves my mouth.
“Don’t be like that.” He squeezes me from behind, wraps me in his arms. “I’m sorry, Ang.”
I go weak in the knees at the sound of his love-name for me.Ang. I haven’t heard it in weeks, maybe months.
He nibbles my ear. “Let me make it up to you.”
It’s been so long. I don’t even know where to begin.
Apparently, he does.
We barely make it through the apartment door before I’m stripped of my clothes, my ass is slapped, and I’m bent over the couch. There are no words of love, only dirty, filthy talk, making me hot and him hard. It’s been too long. His attention has been anything but affectionate, loving, or intimate.
His moan as he probes my ass has me clenching with want.
“I want you here, Ang. I need to fill you up. Remind you who you belong to.” His alpha talk has my pussy dripping.
I’m not ashamed. We’ve been together too long to find much taboo in the bedroom. Am I disappointed he didn’t lay me down on the bed and make tender love to me? Maybe a little. The girly girl in me wants to be worshipped. The dirty girl wants to be ravaged.
“You want that, don’t you, baby?” His fingers find my arousal coating my thighs as proof enough. “Yeah, you do.” He enters me a digit at a time, warming me up for his cock. “You’re my dirty girl, aren’t you?”
My head is fuzzy with need, and my body is begging for the only man I’ve ever loved. The only man who’s ever touched me. Easy or hard. It’s only ever been Austin.
At first, it feels like making love as he enters me slowly, tenderly, waiting for me to adjust, to beg for more.
“You’re so hot, Ang.” He slaps my butt, gripping my hips, sliding his cock in deeper. “God, I’ve always loved your ass.” He covers my back with kisses, pulls my hair aside to kiss my mouth before standing up straight.
He rams into me, hard and deep, his hands gripping my hips like handles. His words feel like love, his touch a soothing balm to my cracked heart and broken promises. I want this. This intensity. I want him to love me like he used to—or love me all new. But love me either way.
Desperate and starving for his attention, I push back, giving as good as I’m getting. His returning groans tingle up my back, making me shudder and my skin prick with goosebumps.
He plays my clit like a man who knows how to get me off. He does. He’s perfected it. As if his touch wasn’t enough, his command sends me sailing, “Come.”
I do. Toes curl, eyes shut, back arches, and a scream on my lips as my release shoots through me hard, fast, and devastating with each tremble, each thrust as he continues to move.
“Fuck, you squeeze me so fucking good,” he growls, pounding into me, grabbing my forearms. He lifts me off the couch, using me as leverage as wordless sounds fly out of his mouth in rapid fire.
Captured in his grasp, I’m at his mercy, my body wrung out from my orgasm but building again as the recipient of his rapturous enjoyment of our joining. It’s been so long, but it’s so good. He’s close, and I’m not far behind, his cock hitting me in places that drive me wild.
When I come for the second time, starbursts erupt before my eyes. His cries of pleasure mix with mine as he pounds his release into me. “I’ve had better pussy, but never better ass. One last time.”
Has he been cheating on me? “One last…better…? Austin—”
