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He shifted his hips, teasing me, my back arching as he sunk his cock deeper into me.

And, this time, he didn’t move. His arm kept me firm, and it didn’t matter how much I tried to buck against him, to get him to thrust again with his vicious hate, he refused to let me go.

I choked at how good it was to just be together, and I submitted, letting him carry me. No hate or pain, just the two of us, the realest we had ever been together. But I couldn’t let it go on.

Snapping my hand away, I pushed off of him, twisting my head away from him as I slammed my palms against the concrete. “Is that the best you’ve got?” I chuckled darkly, my head down. “You think you’re going to get anything done like that? Why the fuck did I even come here if you’re just going to stay still?”

I swallowed my pain, keeping it close. I refused to feel this, I wasn’t going back to a place where despair ruled me. I killed to meet my pain head on, to show those fuckers I refused to drown under the weight of what they did to me.

He still held me, leaning over me, keeping his chest against my back, but I jerked my hips, focusing on his cock rather than the endless grief clawing at my chest when I let my guard down, demanding to be free.

“You think that’s my best,” he growled close to my ear, and I bit my tongue to stop the shiver dashing through me. “Eli.” His teeth grazed the top of my spine and I moaned. “You’ve had my cock in you enough times to know this is nothing.”

I looked down at myself, my cock aching, leaking, legs trembling, and the tails of my shirt hanging around my thighs, as if wearing a shirt made this any better. “Then show me, Caleb,” I said quietly, so aware of his gaze on my back. “Fuck me like you hate me.”

A harsh hiss ripped from him and he stilled behind me, my ass open, bottomed out inside me. He stopped, and I groaned in protest as I looked over my shoulder to discover what expression he was making, but his face was shadowed. This couldn't end now. I needed more.

“What’s wrong?” I gasped, pressing up onto the balls of my feet before sticking out my ass, grinding against him, giving him better access. I wondered if he was teasing me, but his heat left my back, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Caleb?” I said, twisting fully to face him. “What’s wrong?”

CHAPTER FIVE

CALEB

Ifroze, my hand gripping my cock. I wouldn’t let Eli see how much those words affected me. I wanted to focus, pushing myself into him even though Eli had just fucking slashed through my heart.

I took in the sight of him. The muscles of his back and the taunt lines of his arms as I forced his face into the wall. Hair stuck to his forehead, sweat beading along his shoulderblades, lips open as he panted and gasped my name, like he didn’t give a fuck that I could crush his skull if I wanted to.

“Why the fuck do you think something’s wrong?” I growled, falling forward, my hand flat on the concrete beside his. I wanted to weave my fingers through his, to pull him close to my chest and bury my face in his hair like I had minutes ago. It was so fucking close and good, and I drew back my cock just to shove into him again and listen to him descend into moans.

Why did he have to be like this? Why did he need me to fuck him like that? Why wouldn’t he let me show him how I felt?

I could see it in his eyes. It was there too. He didn’t just want the pain, he needed me as much as I needed him. And I barely knew anything about him or why the fuck he even wanted it. I didn’t think about asking until he came back from the city looking like he was ready to destroy anyone who got in his way. And it was fucking toxic, especially when he came right at me.

I guessed he went to visit his whore. Maybe that was the reason he was gagging so hard for me.

I liked the rough sex, the nearly non-consensual shit I put him through. I got off on the way he fought me, like he was trying to escape. But did I have to hate him? Was that what he really wanted?

I ran my gaze over him, my fingers denting his hip as I started to rock, sinking deeper with each movement of my hips.

“You want me to hate you, Eli? You want me to fuck you like you’re just a hole?” And not the guy I was whipped over.

“Yeah, if you can do it,” he croaked under my hand. “Because all I’m getting from you are weak thrusts. It’s like I can’t even feel you in my ass.”

I grit my teeth, shifting my fingers to clutch the back of his neck, keeping him fixed as I thrust so hard I swear the concrete fucking walls were shaking with the sound of his scream.

I’d ruin him if I had to, just so he would stay with me.

It was enough to distract him from whatever was rolling around in his head, and set him off all over again. I wasn’t fucking doing this. I wasn’t fucking thinking of what it could mean if I actually told him. He made me like this. He did this to me. My life would have been so much easier if I had never met him, or had to see him bow to me as my cock sunk into him.

“And I thought I was a greedy slut,” he choked out on a laugh, the hitch of his lips fucking poisonous.

He was still too tight, shuddering, and his cock was leaking so badly it covered my wrist.

“Fuck, just watching your hungry ass suck up my cock is a fucking treat. I should film it so I can show you how greedy your ass is.”

He whimpered like the little bitch he was. He was so desperate for me, so hot he was practically crying out for me, but he still wouldn’t let me hold him.

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