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“I’ll let you handle the rest,” Mask tells me before walking out the door and closing it behind them. I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed next to him before he reaches over and pulls me down next to him. He pulls my body against his and holds me there, his face buried into my hair. I let out a breath and relaxed in his arms.

“You hate me,” he says softly.

“I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t like me much,” he adds.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You don’t have to. I can feel it. I keep fuckin’ up with you, don’t I?” I blow out a breath before rolling so I can look at him.

“It’s a lot, Van. All of this is. I wasn’t looking to get into a relationship. I wasn’t looking for a man,” I tell him truthfully. I wasn’t looking for anything but help and these guys offered that. Now look where I am.

“And then there’s me,” he says, his breath smelling of the alcohol he’s consumed tonight.

“Then there’s you. I won’t lie and say I don’t feel something for you.”

“You do?” I nod my head as he reaches up and brushes my hair away from my face before leaning in and brushing his lips over mine. I want to kiss him back, but I also know he’s drunk and needs to sleep this off.

“Just sleep, Van. For me.” He smiles, and it takes my breath away.

“For you,” he whispers as his eyes flutter closed. I watch him sleep for a long time after that. I reach over and run my fingers along his cheek, but he doesn’t stir. His breathing has evened out, and I watch his chest rise and fall. I could easily get lost in a guy like Van. He’s been great to me, been here when I needed to talk, and when I needed to cry. He’s made me laugh when all I wanted to do was wallow in sorrow. He’s a great guy, but he has another side to him. One I saw the other night, and it scared me. He felt nothing. I could tell by the look in his eyes when he walked back into the room. It didn’t faze him. He’s human. Shouldn’t it have made him feel some kind of way? Is he that immune to it? Has he done this so many times before he now doesn’t feel anything?

I close my eyes and try to sleep, but it does little good. I can’t get Van out of my head. My head wants to weigh every option, both good and bad.

Finally giving up on sleep, I open my eyes and find Van staring at me.

“I thought you were asleep,” I murmur.

“I was.”

“Go back to sleep,” I tell him. He shakes his head a little.

“Not tired anymore,” he says as his hand travels up my thigh. A chill rushes me, causing bumps to form on my skin, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Van. He smirks at me and licks his lips before leaning his head closer to me, pressing them against mine.

“Let me have you,” he says softly.

“You’ve been drinking.”

“I know, but I still want you,” he says, nipping at my bottom lip. I want to tell him no. I want to push him away, but I can’t. He’s addictive. Instead, I kiss him back quickly and roll to my other side, giving him my back. His hand comes to rest on my ass, massaging it. He slowly slips the shirt I’m wearing up my thighs and pulls my panties down. I shimmy out of them as I feel him undressing behind me. Then he’s back, the warmth of him pressing against me. His heat consumes me as he grips my hip and pulls me back against him. I hear him rip the condom open and feel him move behind me before his cock hits my entrance. Before I know it, he’s sliding inside me, and everything around us shifts. Everything feels right.

“Fuck you feel so goddamn good, Chy.”

“So do you,” I tell him as he slowly slides in and out of me. Van grabs my leg and lifts it, pulling it back over his thigh so he can get deeper inside me. I moan at the feeling, and his fingers find my clit. My body jerks, loving the feeling Van can instill in me. He rocks his hips, fucking me slowly and sweetly, and it still feels like everything I could ever want.

“You’re gonna come all over my cock, Chy. I want you all over me,” he whispers in my ear before biting the lobe between his teeth. I clench around him, and he groans.

“Just like that, baby. Keep doin’ that,” he demands. I do what I’m told and keep him held tightly inside of me as he picks up the pace. His body slaps against mine as he continues fucking me relentlessly. The harder he goes, the more he circles my clit, and I know I won’t last long, but he doesn’t stop.

“Please, Van,” I beg him. For what? To keep going? To let me come? I don’t know what I’m begging for, and I don’t really care. I just need something.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me.”

“I … I don’t know,” I whine as he keeps going. Van chuckles behind me but doesn’t ease up at all. His fingers keep working me over, and I keep rocking back into him. I need this. I need to release and let go, but he’s keeping me on edge. He gets me there but then pulls away and leaves me helpless. I whine, but all he does is chuckle and keep toying with me.

“Van, I need to come,” I whine a little more. He presses a kiss to my neck and picks up his pace. He thrusts into me roughly until I feel my legs begin to shake, and then he finally gives me my release.

“Van,” I call his name as I fall apart around him, just the way he wanted me to. He jerks inside of me and grunts as his hand clamps down on my hip.

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