I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but I know it is definitely not hating her.
No, my body is primed to love hers the way it was always meant to, and the idea of hate-fucking this woman has me so goddamn hard I could cut glass, especially since Sofie is flustered and blushing, and her breathing has all of the sudden become labored—telltale signs that she’s turned on. Things only I know, things Sofie couldn’t argue if she wanted to.
Standing this close, her warmth radiating through my chest, the sweet smell of her jasmine perfume clouding my judgment, I’m a man ruined and I just want to ruin Sofie too. I want to love her, ruin her, then leave her hurting the way she left me. I want to hurt her and break her, make her feel the way I do every fucking day because when she walked away, Sofie took my entire world with her and I have never been the same since.
“Yourwhat,Sofie?” I ask, my chin dipping so my mouth is by her ear. I give the knob a hard turn, mostly for show, but feel a little thrill when I find that it is in fact stuck. “Guess it doesn’t matter since it looks like we’re stuck in here.”
In a pretty fucking ballsy move, I slide my nose along the side of her neck, grinning when Sofie tilts her head to the side to give me more access. “There’s a… a backdoor, Sam. You just came in through it.”
“You wouldn’t last five minutes out there in this dress.” I pull my hand away from the knob and slowly—cautiously—tug the material covering her flawless olive skin before flattening my palm just underneath her immaculate breasts. “Or these heels.” I shove my boot between her feet and use it to spread her legs apart. “Too much snow.”
Sofie inhales sharply as I caress the curve of her breast with my thumb, my still-cold fingers flexing against her ribs. She leans back into me as I rub my nose against her neck again, her body melting into mine as her ass presses against my fully erect cock.
God, I want her. I still fucking want her so goddamn bad and the way I still love her despite the anger and the pain has me seconds from lifting her onto one of these shelves and claiming her all over again.
But that’s not what this is.
It’s not what it ever could be.
Sofie made it clear that she couldn’t love someone like me, that she couldn’t even stomach the idea of starting a family with someone like me, and all she ever wanted was the dangerous excitement that came from being with me and how good I could make her feel.
And that’s exactly what I’m going to do now.
I’m going to make Sofie feel good, I’m going to break my fucking heart in the process, and then I’m going to walk away from her and leave her wonderingwhy,exactly the same way she did to me.
“Sam…” My name is a blessed curse on her wicked tongue as I cup her breast and brush my thumb over her pebbled nipple. Her ass pushes harder against my dick and I have to bite back a moan. “What are you— “
“Are you wet, Sofie?” She nods, whimpering a little as I pinch that pert tip and roll it between my finger and thumb. “Yeah? Your pussy is wet for me right now?” Another nod, another soft whimper. “Should I see for myself, check if you’re lying, or if my touch still makes that pussy gush for me?”
Sofie moans as I slide my hand down her stomach and start pulling the dress up her thighs. “Yes.”
“Yes what, Sofie? I need the words.”
“Touch me, please.”
“Wrong words, Cookie.”
She hisses as my finger traces the top of her panties. “Touch my pussy, Sam. Please. I want you to finger my pussy.”
We both groan as I slip my hand under the satin, my cool fingers coming into contact with the softest skin; hot, needy and absolutely soaked for me. I circle her clit slowly, the mix of anger and lust, coupled with my undying love a toxic combination that has me wanting to draw this out, to torture her a little by going at a pace that would drive her insane. But my heart couldn’t take it. I can already tell this is going to destroy me further than Sofie already has, and just a taste of this woman won’t be enough. I’ll crave her more than I do now, and knowing damn well we will never be together will make this punishment more my own than Sofie’s.
My heart isn’t going to survive this.
Which is why I can’t draw it out.
I reach around with my free hand and yank at the collar of Sofie’s dress, exposing her bra before I pull that down too. Her breasts are perfect, and as I cup her left one, squeezing before I pinch her nipple, I apply more pressure to her clit, circling it faster before I move lower and push one finger inside of her.
“Damn, Sofie,” I grunt as she rides my hand, her ass rubbing my dick in a way that has my balls tightening. “So fucking wet for me.”
“Yes. God, yes, I… oh!” Her hand shoots out and slams into the door as Sofie’s entire body jerks, her pussy drenching my hand as her walls flutter then clench around my finger.
“Did I say you could come yet?”
Sofie shakes her head as her climax hits its peak, gripping my finger like a vise as I continue pumping it in and out of her cunt, curling it at just the right angle before I have to muffle her scream.
Damn near seven years and I can still make this woman come within seconds.
I can’t focus on that now though. No, I can beat myself up later over how fucking perfect we were together and how that wasn’t good enough to make her stay.
