Page 87 of Necessary Cruelty

Fingers move up my chest. He doesn’t hold back with his nails, digging into the skin as they trace a sharp pattern around one breast. When he squeezes one nipple hard between his thumb and index finger, twisting it harder than should feel good, fireworks shoot off inside of my head.

“If I can make you come like this, then I’m shoving my dick down your throat next chance I get. No condoms required for that.” He doesn’t wait for me to agree. Which is good, because I’m not sure what I would say if forced to respond.

Because I am about to come just like this. I’m going to come on the sleek cock grinding over my clit, and there isn’t anything that can stop it.

“I don’t have to be inside you to fuck you. Because I am always inside you. We crawled inside each other’s skin ten years ago, and we’ll never tear ourselves apart again, even when all we feel is hate.” He punctuates the last word with another harsh thrust of his hips. The tip of his dick pushes past my entrance again through the fabric of my panties. “Don’t come, or you’ll prove me right.” His voice is mocking, even as he grinds down harder. “Don’t come. Don’t come.”

The angry words are meant for both of us.

Vin leans so close that the tip of his nose pushes against mine. The brilliant blue of his eyes fills my vision, drowning me. His eyes alone almost take me over the edge.

For a brief and shining moment, I forget all about who we are and all the history that makes peace impossible.

I have the insane thought that I can float away on that deep blue sea of his gaze.

But then his hand pushes underneath the curve of my ass and slips past the edge of my underwear. I only have a millisecond to wonder if he will really do it before a single finger pushes past the tight ring of muscle at my rear entrance.

The intrusion hurts, but in a way that feels like the preface to something more. I just don’t know yet if that more is a good thing or a bad one. His first stroke is tentative, hesitant. But the moment he feels my spasming hole relax the smallest bit, he forces that finger inside until it disappears to the second knuckle.

My orgasm explodes out of me with a pained cry. The aftermath of it leaves me shivering underneath him. It only takes a few more strokes against my slit for him to let out a groan of his own.

Vin gives a low groan above me. Jets of warm liquid shoot onto my bare belly, just missing the fabric of my shirt and pooling into the divot of my belly button.

It’s only when I finally catch my breath enough to wipe myself off with a handful of napkins from the glove compartment, straighten my clothes, and sit upright on the clammy leather seat that I realize how thoroughly he managed to distract me from getting an answer to my question.

I still have no idea where we’re going.

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