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Mia backed away from Andre, the lust in his eyes only adding fuel to the fire now raging inside her. She ran away from him, from the feelings that had awoken in his presence. His heavy footfalls were just behind her as they returned to the rest of the group. Mikel handed them each a water bottle before Andre slumped to the ground.
Mia continued until she was across from him in the circle of friends. She needed to put some distance between them. His eyes continued to focus on only her as if she was all he saw. The more time she spent with him, the more she could see herself falling for someone like Dre.
He really likes you. Remy’s words repeated in her mind. Even if he wanted more, once he found out she’d lied by omission, it would be over. He’d made it clear he hated liars. She’d be better off making the most of the time they had now. She closed her eyes as the sunshine warmed her skin. Mia would enjoy it while it lasted until the clouds came.
A tumble of mixed emotions clamored around inside her. Happiness and fear. Contentment and anxiety. Guilt weighed heavily on her shoulders as she opened her eyes and surveyed the group.
Bently sat next to her. “I’ll accept your gratitude in the form of a party where you are the cook.”
She turned to him. “What?”
He nodded towards Andre. “Your boy just needed a little push in the right direction. Sometimes a man needs some competition to spur him into action. Like this.” He draped his arm around her.
A throat clearing made her glance up. Andre stood in front of her, reaching out his hand. “Let’s go get a cold beer, Mia.”
Mia glanced back to Bently who had the same smirk that was damn near permanently plastered on his face.
“I expect authentic Mexican cuisine.” Bently dropped his arm as she grasped Andre’s hand.
She got to her feet, the need radiating off Andre singeing her skin. Andre didn’t let go of her hand as he led her into the house. This was too much. Bently and Remy were right. Andre was getting too attached. She was getting too attached. Her heart and mind were screaming two very different things. This is all just sex. And she’d prove it.
She pulled Andre into the bathroom and closed the door, flicking the lock.
“Wha—”
Mia cut off his question as she popped his pants button and tugged the zipper down. She needed him to fuck her—hard. Remind her what this was all about. No feelings other than lust. No time to think, just experience. She shoved the ball of emotion welling up inside her down as she freed his cock from his boxers.
“Condom. Now.” She pulled off her shorts and panties as he sheathed himself in latex.
His hands dipped into her sex, the contact making her knees wobble as she tried to regain control. She pushed his hand away.
“No. I just need you to fuck me.” She spun so that her back was turned to him as she gripped the marble sink.
He nudged between her folds and slid inside slowly. Too gentle.
“Fuck me hard and fast,” she whimpered in frustration, fighting the war inside her chest. He pounded into her as she struggled to breathe. She bent, allowing him deeper access. Mia needed the pain today. She wanted the raw animalistic mating, not anything close to making love.
“Like this? Is this how you imagined it in your fantasy?” he asked.
“Harder.”
“I’m gonna come if I keep going,” he warned.
“Then come.” This was just sex.
“Ladies first.” He was flirting with her. Trying to give her everything he thought she wanted. No, this was just sex. He was using her and she was using him. She needed a good reminder of that.
“I will. Just don’t stop,” she lied.
He thrust, faster and harder as Mia bit back the tears. She forced herself to ignore the building pleasure and focus on the carnage of her past. The blood on her hands. He could never know. No one could. And because of that, she’d punish herself until she remembered her place.
“I’m coming.” His body tensed.
“Yes,” she commanded.
Andre pulled out, kissing her shoulder.
She shook her head. “Why did you stop?”
