He didn’t speak again. Just lowered his mouth to my skin, trailing heat and tension as he kissed his way down. Lips at my breast, at my stomach, at the waistband of my leggings. Then lower.
I tried to twist away. He grabbed my hips and yanked me down.
"Still fighting? Good. Let me show you what surrender really feels like."
He buried his face between my thighs.
My hips jolted. A sound broke from my throat—half sob, half moan. He hummed low, pleased, his tongue working in slow, devastating circles. Every pass of it was deliberate, methodical, like he was unmaking me on purpose.
I tried to close my legs. He forced them open. “Uh-uh. You’re going to take this. Every fucking second of it.”
He didn’t stop when I came. He just groaned against me, dragging it out until I was shaking, limp, panting. Still he didn’t stop. He licked me through every twitch, every tremor, hands keeping me open while I writhed.
"You belong to me," he said, breath hot against slick skin. "My sweet, wrecked little thing."
When he stood, he didn’t speak right away. He just looked down at me, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. Hungry. His belt came loose with a sound that made my stomach drop.
I turned my face away. His hand caught my jaw and forced me back to him.
“Don’t you dare hide from me now. You want rough? I’ll give you rough.”
His cock was thick, flushed, already leaking. He didn’t stroke it. Just let it rest heavy in his hand as he stepped close.
I tried to squeeze my thighs together. Too late.
He nudged them apart with a knee. Hard.
“No more lies,” he said, voice ragged. “Not when you're still dripping.”
He lined himself up and slid the head along my slickness, slow and taunting.
I gasped, spine arching. He didn’t push in.
“Look at me.”
I did. I couldn’t not.
“Say it.”
“I hate you,” I whispered.
He smiled. Dark. Triumphant.
Then he pushed inside.
10
RAFE
Her cunt gripped me like it was made for me—tight, hot, soaked, and clenching like it was trying to pull me in deeper. A velvet trap, desperate and perfect. My name should’ve been written into the slick walls of her pussy because this was where I was meant to be. Buried inside her. Claiming every inch.
I didn’t move at first. Just held there. Let her feel it. The stretch, the fullness, the weight of what we both couldn’t deny anymore. Her breath caught. Her fingers curled in the velvet beneath her like it was the only thing tethering her to this reality.
I watched her face. Eyes wide and wet, flickering with disbelief and fury. But under it all—need. Need so sharp it made her shake. Need she couldn’t hide, no matter how many times she told herself she hated me.
"You feel that?" I rasped, barely able to speak. "That’s me buried so deep in this tight little pussy, you’ll feel me for days."
She didn’t answer. But her body did. Every muscle in her thighs trembled. Her chest rose and fell like she couldn’t get enough air.
