Page 88 of Hate So Deep
“Oh god,” I shout and arch into the air, flying over as his fingers slide inside my ass.
It burns but it’s the least of my worries while I shudder and convulse around his face still buried between my thighs.
“Dirk,” I moan, a blathering mass of need before he rises and says, “The next time you come, it's on my dick, baby girl.”
“Yesss,” I hiss, glancing up as he grabs his dick.
His muscles flex with each pump and I buck into the air, begging him to slake the burn rushing through my veins.
After grabbing my hips, he pulls me back to the edge of the bed and groans, “Dirty little dolls get fucked hard, baby.”
Dazed, I meet his dark stare as he pumps into me with a savage groan before leaning over and sucking my nipple between his teeth.
The fluttering of another orgasm pulses through me when he pins me to the bed and pounds inside, growling, “That’s it. Squeeze me, baby. Fuck.”
“Oh god,” I cry when his lips pull back into a snarl.
I suspect it was the need written all over his face that sends me over and my heart clenches brutally when he meets my gaze and I see a flash of something I don’t recognize behind his eyes.
“Fuck,” he groans, jerking inside of me.
I’m pulsing delicately around him when he collapses to the mattress. Despite the pleasure still slowly ebbing from my body, this is when the weird tension I sensed before rears its ugly head again.
I wish everything between us would burn up and fly away, an impossibility because even if I hadn’t kept my true identity from him, the specter of my half-brother would still stand between us.
Any sort of foolish hope falls flat though when Dirk rolls over on the mattress and stares at the wall. My stomach sinks at his cool brush off and I swallow past the burn in my throat as I grab for my shirt, tossed at the foot of the bed earlier.
Does he regret what we did?
I just need out…like now, and after wrenching the shirt over my head, I glance around the room for my pants, noting from the corner of my eyes that he hasn’t moved.
I can’t look at him and I avoid his gaze, as I go to crawl over him to get off the bed and out of this fucking room, except he throws out his arm, stopping me.
When I raise my head, meeting his flinty gaze, I summon a carefree smile that feels so fucking wrong because my body still trembles in the aftermath of what we did.
“Lauren,” he says quietly.
“Yes?” I ask, moving my gaze over his shoulder.
Wait…Lauren. How does he know my name?
With a shiver, I meet his stare once more. His eyes give nothing away, of course and I wish that I could pull back the mask he wears so easily when he says, “I don’t know why you came here. Frankly, I don’t fucking care. Take that ass, leave and don’t come back.”
“How long?” I whisper.
“How long what?” he asks, covering a yawn.
Really? What a fucking asshole.
Gritting my teeth, I step away. It doesn’t matter, does it? Either way, he’s not choosing me.
We drop back to silence while I finish dressing. With each minute that passes though, my chest aches with the words I have to bite my tongue to keep inside, all of which goes out the window when I reach the door and glance over my shoulder.
He’s just lying there. How can he be so fucking cold?
“Why?” I whisper.
“Why, what?” he asks, and I turn away as he steps from the bed and grabs his jeans.