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“What the hell are you doing?” I whisper-shouted, but he didn’t stop, and I didn’t stop him.
If anything, my hips met his thrust and begged for more.
“Ariana?” Dana repeated, her voice more irritated.
Bastian’s palm met my clit as his fingers slid in and out of me.
His other hand covered my mouth when I moaned out his name, my body not caring that Dana stood at the top of the stairs, separated only by the thin drywall that ended at the bend.
All she had to do was walk half a flight, and she’d see him finger fucking me.
He bit down on my neck, then flicked his tongue out, and I knew he’d leave a mark.
Inside. Outside. Everywhere.
If anything, I think he enjoyed the audience. His ex-girlfriend, no less.
He was fucked up, and I was fucked up for loving it.
Dana huffed out a breath I heard from all the way down here.
“I know you’re in here, Ariana. I’ll tell Bastian you’re taking a break down there.”
Bastian laughed against my throat. My skin muffled his mirth as he ground his cock against my belly.
I reached forward and stroked him. My hand glided up and down easily, the skin still slick from my spit.
His mouth met mine, and his tongue flicked the roof of my mouth as he thrust into my hand. He pushed my palm away, removed his fingers from my soaking pussy, and slid inside me, hard and fast and bare.
No words.
No warning.
Nothing held back.
My eyes widened, my breath hitched, and I nearly screamed in surprise as I came around his cock within his first thrust.
Pounding into me harder, he bit my earlobe and murmured, “You may think you hate me, but your body hasn’t gotten the message. It wants to be mine. It thinks it’s mine.”
“Hello? Are you down there? You know how hard it is to walk these steep stairs in heels!”
I filed Dana’s complaints under the Things I Give No Fucks About tab.
Bastian’s piercing hit my G-spot just right. I cried out, unable to hold it in. I had half a second to process his smirk before he pulled out, leaving me empty as my core spasmed, and I almost fell to my knees.
He waited until I lost my footing to catch me.
“What was that?” Dana took her first step down the stairs.
The click! clack! of her heels sped my pulse.
“Nothing!” I faltered for an excuse as Bastian held me up while I rode my orgasm out, feeling so empty without him in me as I clutched his shoulders for dear life. And damn, he looked like he knew it, too. “I s-slipped and spilled ice everywhere. Just c-cleaning up the mess!”
Did that even qualify as sex?
He’d made me come and pulled out midway, staring at me like the control he had over my body amused him more than finishing off would.
He wanted me to want him back inside me. It felt like a power play above all else, and as much as I wanted to hate him for it, I’d never felt more liberated in my life.
