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“That’s a load of shit.”
“Is it?” Before I can react, he’s flipped me over onto my belly. One hand is pressed into the pillow beside my head, while the other is pinning my wrist to my lower back.
He slides his cock, big and erect even this soon, over the crack of my ass and the slit of my pussy. Then he bites down on the crook of my neck, hard enough to make me cry out. But instead of shoving him off, I lift my butt, grinding myself into him.
Moving his warm lips to my ear, he says roughly, “If I was a good guy, I’d be too afraid to hurt you a little.” He tightens the grip on my wrist as he places the tip of his cock at my entrance. “And you like it when I do.”
I gasp as he thrusts into my still-wet pussy. But even though I’ve been primed, it’s a shock to have him inside like that. He fucks me like a madman this time, nothing slow about it. It’s rough as he takes his pleasure. And yes, it fucking turns me on.
But just as he hurts me, I do the same to him, clawing my nails into the skin of his thighs, digging them deep, urging him to also go deeper. Harder.
“Fuck me, Arran. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
He growls, grazing my shoulders, neck, anything he can get to with his teeth. When he’s near the edge, he releases my wrist and digs between my legs. His fingers find my clit and tease it, forcing me to the point of climax just before he reaches his.
Falling limply onto me, he takes a moment to catch his breath. Then he does something so unexpected, it confuses me more about everything that has to do with him. He kisses away the sting of his bites.
I don’t move for a while after he rolls off. Just lie there with my face in the pillow. When I do finally move, I find him staring at the ceiling, stiffer than I’ve ever seen him.
“What is it?” I turn my head to look at it too, noticing for the first time the mural done in very muted colors. Pink cherubs hold golden harps and violins, looking back at us from a light-blue sky. “It’s pretty.”
“There’s one very similar in Kate’s room in my father’s home.”
My lips part as I realize why he didn’t want to go there. “She was killed there before she was taken to the Vellermo Art Institute, wasn’t she?”
“In the kitchen.” He swallows hard, then shuts his eyes as if he can’t bear to view the mural any longer. “I haven’t been back since her funeral.”
A great big lump forms in my throat as I imagine what it would be like to lose my little sister that way. So brutally and in our own home. I’d never be able to return either.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, reaching for him, wanting to impart some sort of comfort.
But he yanks his arm out of my grasp and sits up abruptly with his back to me. “Sorry doesn’t bring her back. Nothing can bring her back.”
Not even Thomas’s death.He doesn’t say it, but I can almost hear the angry thoughts.
Sitting up too, I hug my knees to my chest. “I know you want it to be my father. You need someone to blame.” I sigh. “He did questionable things, Arran. Bad things he believed were for the greater good. But I know the man who raised me with so much love and taught me to fight for justice would never have hurt someone innocent.”
“He did it, Skye. He put the hit on her.”
“No, he didn’t.”
Turning to me, he simply smiles and touches my cheek. “You’re not going to waver, are you? I’ve protected you, I’ve been inside you, and, still, you defend him.”
“I’ve known you for a little over a week, Arran. Just because I like your big dick, doesn’t suddenly erase my love and loyalty to my father.”
I can’t tell if he’s still angry or if he wants to laugh. “Loyalty in the face of the enemy is brave. You’re a very brave girl, Skye.”
“So you’re still my enemy?”
He leans in and kisses me. “You have your beliefs, I have mine. As long as you’re Thomas’s daughter, you are the enemy.”
“Maybe I’ll prove you wrong one day, Arran.”
“I’m never wrong.”
I roll my eyes at him, then grin. “Being your enemy isn’t so bad.”
“Because of my big dick?” Now he does laugh.
