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“You know it’s you I want. Since I met you, you’ve done nothing but jack around with my emotions, and yet I still want you. How can you think that I would want another man after all this crazy shit you’ve put me through?”
Gage walked toward me, closing the distance he’d left between us. “He doesn’t see you the same way. You think he does, but I assure you, he doesn’t.” He stopped in front of me and ran his knuckle along my jawline. “Seeing you so familiar with another man makes me feel destructive, murderous.” His eyes dropped to my lips. “You’ve always made me this way,” he whispered, yet there was a savage edge to his voice.
“I want you. But I want to keep my friend. Why do I have to give up the only friend I have?”
His right hand grabbed my waist tightly, bordering on painful. “I don’t share. Not you. Never you.” The dangerous glint in his eyes caused me to shiver.
This was a conversation we needed to have at his house, with his friends there, I realized. Levi was right. I didn’t know when he would react or how. Once, I had been the cause of his violence, and I didn’t want that.
“Okay,” I replied, hoping that would ease him.
He lowered his mouth to mine, but his lips hovered without touching. “Take off your fucking pants and get on the counter.”
I realized I was trembling as I slipped off my shoes, then pushed down my pants, along with my panties. Once they were discarded, he grabbed my waist and put me up on the counter. The sound of his zipper made me tense up. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. He was different. I could feel the rage simmering under the surface, like a buzz radiating from his body.
When his hands grabbed my hips, his fingers dug into my bottom, and he jerked me forward in one quick movement, thrusting inside of me. Startled, I cried out as he stretched and filled me. Because my body reacted to this man, no matter what personality he had, I was more than ready for him.
“Your body still likes it when I’m on the edge of fucking sanity,” he growled. “This soaking wet pussy wants it.”
He was right. Who had I become? Or had I been this way all along? I just didn’t know myself.
My body hummed with pleasure as he pounded into me. There were no gentle words, no love involved. I was being fucked and getting off on it.
Lifting my knees, I leaned back on my hands, opening myself up more for him.
“That’s my girl,” he praised me.
Our eyes locked, and the untamed beast inside of him glared back at me. The need to possess was so clear in those amber depths. As unhealthy and fucked up as that was, I wanted it. For him to possess me. Own me. The thought caused a shudder to run through my body.
“Gage.” I moaned his name, unable to put into words what all I was feeling.
“Fucking hell, this hasn’t changed. Needy little cunt likes to be taken.” The snarl in his voice excited me. “Pushing me to a place where I can’t control myself, then obediently opening these sweet thighs.”
Had that been me? Was this what I needed? Oh God, why was it so good?
The electric rush began to unravel inside of me. I could hear myself panting in anticipation of what was coming.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock —this tight pussy coating my dick.” The dangerous bite to his voice was like a match igniting me.
I screamed his name as my body convulsed with the euphoria that sucked me in. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his chest as he slammed into me several more times.
“FUCK, that’s what I need. What I always need,” he groaned, and then his body jerked as he unloaded inside me. “HOLY FUCK!” he roared, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.
I was sure I’d never seen anything as beautiful in my life. From the veins popping out on his wide neck, to his broad shoulders, to the ripped muscles on his chest. His biceps flexed as he held on to me, as if he planned on keeping me right here forever.
When he began to come down from his own climax, his head dropped to the crook of my neck, and he inhaled deeply. His arms tightened their hold on me. “I fucking worship you.” His breath was hot against my skin. “Loveisn’t a strong enough word. It never has been with you. I’m not a religious man, but being inside of you is a spiritual experience.” He lifted his head, and his eyes met mine. “Don’t fucking destroy me again. Please.” The urgency in his words broke me.
Gage was a lot to take in. He was terrifying and thrilling, all at once.
I placed a hand against his cheek, and he rubbed his face against my palm.
“You scare me, terrify me even, excite me, and humble me, all within a few minutes. I imagine teenage me didn’t know how to deal with you. She wasn’t ready for all this … but I am.”
His hand covered mine, and he closed his eyes as he inhaled sharply. “I need inside you again,” he said as he opened his eyes up.
I smiled and slid my legs around his waist.
Thirty-Four
