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“You’re what?” I tease, her eyes flutter as I pinch her clit, the sensation sending her over the edge without warning.

Her entire body shakes, her hands gripping my shoulder, my hair—anything she can find—as she screams my name until finally, her arms relax down on the bed. I pause, her pussy still constricting, the tiny fluttering nearly sparking my own release. The tingling slowly begins down at the base of my spine, just dying to be released.

Not yet. Not until she’s coming with me.

Sliding out, I quickly thrust back in, earning me a surprised look from Gwen.

“You’re not done?” she squeaks, her eyes wide with confusion.

I chuckle. “No, Tink, I had to secure my trophy first. You know me, I like to win. Now we’ll come together. Just be a good girl and scream my name again when you come all over my cock—that’s the sound I want to hear while I’m filling you with my cum.”

Chapter 7

Gwen

“Is everything okay?” I ask as I walk back into my bedroom, where Cade is now sitting at the edge of my bed, his elbows resting on his thighs.

I immediately sense something is off. The man that just gave me the best orgasms of my life is officially nowhere to be found. Nope, no, it seems we are back to the usual Cade.

“No, everything is not okay,” he growls, his tone angry, filled with frustration as his fingers tug on his hair. “We shouldn’t have let this happen, none of it!” he shouts, and I feel like he’s just slapped me.

His touch gave me some of the most insane pleasure of my life, but now, his words feel like thorns. His whole demeanor has changed—the fun, playful Cade is gone, leaving me with the moody Cade who doesn’t believe in fun.

“Little too late for that realization, don’t ya think?” I ask coldly, suddenly realizing just how naked I am. Grabbing an oversized t-shirt from my drawer, I quickly throw it on before leveling him with a stare.

“It’s not like we can exactly go back in time and undo what we just did,” I say. My tone is no longer sweet as I try to push down the emotions for the moment, not wanting him to see them. I’ll deal with my emotional well-being tomorrow, but tonight, I’m just trying to make it out somewhat unscathed, even if it is all for show. I can fall apart when he leaves.

“If I could, I’d have done it already, Gwen. This was all a big fucking mistake,” Cade says, his voice getting louder, the anguish evident on his face, but it’s nothing compared to what I’m feeling.

My face heats as I do my best to swallow down the hurt and not let him see just how much his words are hurting me. It’s hard, though. I trusted him. I trusted that when he made the choice to walk into my apartment, he was doing so because he wanted to. I trusted that he respected me enough not to treat me like this less than ten minutes after fucking me, but apparently that’s too much to fucking ask.

I take a step back, realizing just how vulnerable I’m feeling at this moment—used up and tossed to the side, like I’m not good enough to keep around after getting what you want.

“I told you before this couldn’t fucking happen, Gwen. I didn’t want this, and you still let this happen,” Cade says, finally standing up. His fists are balled at his sides, but I’m not afraid of him. He’s not actually mad at me, that much is evident. But it’s easier for him to take it out on me than to take accountability.

“Well, your cock said otherwise, Cade. Don’t you dare put this all on me. If I’m not mistaken, both you and your cock wanted me in any way you could get me, and you said so yourself. Are you going to use the excuse you tripped and fell inside my pussy, over and over and over, and somehow that’s my fault?”

“That’s not the fucking point!” he snaps, his voice angrier, louder, his chest heaving as he stands there, and my heart hurts because I’ve never seen him like this. He doesn’t look mad anymore, the anger rolling away, leaving only a very broken and confused man.

“I’ve gotta go,” he says out of nowhere, standing in front of me with his jaw slack as he just stares at me. Leaning forward, he presses a chaste kiss to my cheek, and then, without a second glance, he turns around and walks out the door.

The sound of the door clicking shut is the final straw.

The floodgates open, and I’m left feeling abandoned and used.

S.O.S.

I need you.

Sawyer

On the way.

Cassie

Who am I killing?

Ellie

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