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Her eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn’t protest further as I quickly pull my cock out and fall on top of her. Leveraging myself on my hands, either side of her, I stare into her eyes filled with fury and longing. Grabbing my cock, I balance myself with my knee on the bed and ram it into her without a sound.
Fuck, she feels good. So tight. So hot.
Slamming in and out of her, my need for her is so intense, my thoughts are a blur of want and lust.
I pound into her again, her pussy gripping me like a vise. “You’re a dirty little girl,” I snarl as I thrust into her, feeling the surge of my impending orgasm take hold, which won’t be long in coming. “You like a fucking hard cock taking your pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she cries out, her voice lost and breathless.
“You fucking love it,” I pant, my voice low and rough, my thrusts becoming more powerful, more demanding. “You love my cock fucking you. You can’t get enough of it, can you?”
“Thal!”
My name pours from her lips and it’s more than enough to shove me over the edge of the cliff. Knowing I’ve used her, violated her doesn’t make it go away. My orgasm crashes over me and I unload into her tight little pussy with a loud grunt before I pull out and roll over to lie next to her on the bed, panting and disgusted with my actions. The full weight of what I’ve done presses down on me. The adrenaline that fueled me moments ago dissipates, leaving behind a heavy pit of guilt in my stomach.
“Summerbell, fuck...I’m so sorry,” I stammer. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You didn’t. I’m okay.”
“No, it’s not fucking okay,” I say, my voice cracking. “You deserve better than this, better than me.” Sitting up, I shove my cock back in my pants and drop my head in my hands.
Summer sits up as well. “Cathal, listen to me. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
My chest tightens as I try to hold back the surge of emotion threatening to spill over. “I can’t lose you, Summerbell. Forgive me, I’m sorry.”
“You won’t,” she promises, her voice steadier now. “There is nothing to forgive. You need to forgive me for being a brat before and saying what I did. That was awful and I’m sorry.”
Shaking my head, I sigh. “You don’t need to tiptoe around me, Summer. I can see your fire growing. Ciarán brings it out in you. Don’t let it die because of me.”
“You both bring it out in me. I love myself around you.”
I exhale slowly, allowing myself to really take in her words. It’s terrifying to let someone in like this, to trust them with my heart and my fears. But Summer’s seemingly unwavering belief in me gives me hope.
Reaching out carefully, I wrap my arms around her. She sighs happily and rests her head on my chest.
“Do you think Ciarán heard us?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think we can try this again sometime but properly?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” she murmurs. “That’s good.”
A sense of peace which has been adrift for so long collides with my soul and I tighten my grip on this tiny blonde woman who has turned my whole life upside down. She is perfection and I will do everything in my power to keep her safe. So Ciarán and I are going to have to make her tell us what is going on with her. She is holding something back, and it’s affecting her deeply. I just hope she trusts us enough to tell us and lets us help her.
10
SUMMER
The warm glow of the lamps fill the bedroom. The city’s skyline sprawls before me through the windows, a beautiful reminder of how far I’ve come in such a few short weeks. Ciarán, Cathal, and I are building a life together - complicated, messy, but ours.
Glancing at my reflection in the window, taking in my petite frame and soft features. My wavy, blonde hair falls gently on my shoulders, framing my pale face.
My attention shifts to Cathal. His tall, muscular form silhouetted against the fading light. His dark, unruly hair and chiseled jawline make him undeniably attractive, but it’s his intense blue eyes that truly captivate me. They hold a world of secrets, pain, and longing that only I can see.
Cathal and Ciarán are everything that I’m not - intense, possessive, and obsessive, traits forged from an abusive past that haunts them every day.
