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I don’t want this.
Lie.
I don’t want him.
Lie.
“Stop fucking fighting it,” he demanded between kisses, pressing in between my hips, making me moan into his mouth as his erection nudged my belly.
Fuck it.
I released the countertop, letting him lift me with ease until I was seated atop it, able to wrap my legs around his middle. To yank his shirt off.
“This means nothing,” I panted as it fell to the floor, my voice a breathy growl.
“Absolutely nothing,” he agreed with a smirk.
I stopped his advance with a palm pressed flat to his warm chest, making him look at me. Forcing him to understand. He was still my enemy. I was not going to hold back. As long as they fucked with me, I would fuck with them. Mercy wasn’t something I was ever given. I wouldn’t be offering it up. Not to them. Not to anyone.
Understanding made Grey still, made his smirk fade.
“Now fuck me,” I demanded, loosening my grip on him with my thighs to allow him closer. Regret slammed into me even before he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall, showing off one of the most beautiful cocks I’d ever seen.
No amount of premature remorse was going to stop me from having him.
Grey undid my jeans next, looping his fingers through the belt loops to wiggle them and my panties off. He paused at the sight of the scars marring six inches of flesh on each of my thighs, and I jerked him closer, forcing him to look at me. Not at them.
“What—”
“None of your fucking business,” I hissed as I kicked my jeans the rest of the way off and spread myself to him.
But the sight of them had distracted him, and his thumb bumped over the perfect white raised lines, making me shudder.
He dropped to his knees, and I convulsed as his warm breath skated over my inner thigh. A gasp turning into a cry as his warm mouth pressed against my scars, kissing my inner thighs higher and higher until…
Fuck.
Yes.
His mouth closed over my clit, making my back arch violently. I thrust against his face as he began a slow, tortuous pace with his tongue. The fast-building orgasm was a testament to how badly I’d needed this fucking release.
Grey ate my pussy like a man starved. Like this was a heist he’d been planning forever, and I was the prize. I bucked and writhed against the counter, making Grey have to lock his hands around my thighs to hold me down.
“Just like that,” I moaned, feeling the build deep within. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
He slowed just a fraction, and I about lost my shit, digging my fingers into his golden hair to make him keep going. He obliged, quickening the pace with his tongue and adding his fingers to the mix, pushing them inside of me at the perfect moment to increase the pleasure past the breaking point.
I clenched around his fingers, writhing against his mouth as I shattered, my head smashing back against the mirror so hard I heard the glass crack.
I hardly noticed as he slipped his fingers out and flipped me. My feet hit the floor and my belly met the hard countertop as he thrust into me from behind, making my thighs slap against the metal and a gasping moan press out through my lips.
He groaned, his length filling me exquisitely.
I gasped into the counter, face down as he splayed his hands over my back until they were curled around my hips. I braced, my breath hitching as he drove into me again, using his grip on my hips to push in deep and hard, grinding his hilt against me.
My hands grasped for something to hold on to, finding faucets. My back arched with his next thrust, and I found us in the broken mirror.
A hundred fractured pieces of pleasure and pain. Of reserved fury and sated desire.
