Page 30 of Tell Me Something True

His hand on her throat didn’t feel scary.

It felt safe.

She watched him, loving how he looked, all broad and tall behind her, the muscles of his neck tense as he fucked her. As he used her.

Just like she’d wanted him to.

But he wasn’t taking anything from her.

She was giving it to him.

Her body. Her obedience.

Her trust.

Being with him this way didn’t make her feel scared or weak or taken advantage of.

She felt powerful.

And the way he plunged in and out of her, no finesse, just relentless hard thrust after hard thrust, like he was indeed trying to fuck her out of his system? Trying to make her pay for the sins she’d committed against him?

She loved that, too.

Maybe she shouldn’t. Maybe when this was all said and done she’d be ashamed that she did. But in this moment, there was no room for shame. No space for regrets.

And the sight of his hand around her throat?

She might love that most of all.

Watching his face in the glass, she stretched her neck, pushing her throat farther into his hand.

“Greedy, greedy girl,” he ground out. “With her greedy, greedy pussy.”

His cock seemed to grow even bigger, his movements became more frenzied, brutal in his quest for his own release.

And still another orgasm was building inside her. She fought it. She was spent. Exhausted. Gasping for breath, every inch of her skin overly sensitive, her pussy swollen and sore.

But then Miles met her gaze in the mirror, his expression agonized, his eyes dark with his own pleasure, as he came with a deep groan.

And he gently, gently squeezed her throat.

She came again, so hard, so suddenly, she cried out, her vision blurring, her body fighting itself, trying to stop it even as her pussy contracted around his cock, wanting more, more, more.

They stayed that way, him deep inside of her, her body twitching around him, for a moment. Then two. Then he opened his fingers and removed his hand from her throat.

She immediately missed it there.

And she didn’t want to think about what that said about her.

Or what pieces of her were severely broken inside.

He trailed his fingers down her spine, dragged his knuckles along the crack of her butt before gripping his cock and slowly withdrawing from her.

He stepped back, took the condom off and tied it, then yanked his jeans and boxer briefs up to his hips. Slowly unwound her belt from his hand before tossing it onto the couch next to her.

Then he turned and walked away.

Chapter 6

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