Page 64 of Cruel Steps

“So many secrets, Wildcat.”

Shaking my head no, I answered his unasked question, shocking us both. “I was at work.” The thought of him thinking I was out doing other things didn’t sit right with me.

“You got a job?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

Holden’s eyes searched mine, and I could see the questions flitting through his mind, but he kept them to himself.

“I need a shower,” I admitted when I spotted the shimmer on my arms. Holden’s stare burned with intensity, and I worried he’d walk away. I didn’t want him to, but the urge to wash the remnants of the night was stronger. We’d somehow entered into a truce without saying any of the words needed, and I wasn’t ready to go back to hating him.

He lifted my shirt off me, my body now completely naked before him. “After. I need you more.” He pressed his boxers down, his cock bouncing up once it was free. I wanted to argue, but with his cock pointing at me, it was hard to think. Holden opened a drawer and pulled out a condom, ripped it open, and rolled it on.

All I could do was stare as he gripped my hips and lifted me entirely onto the counter, turning me to face the mirror, and spreading my knees as he stepped behind me. He held me there, his hands roaming over me as I watched in the mirror. He lined himself up, and without words, he pushed in. The first press of him inside was intense. His cock stretched my walls as he continued to sink in. His fingers flexed against my hips, and his chin rested on my shoulder once he bottomed out.

We stared at each other, our eyes saying things we couldn’t. It probably should be weird to see myself this closely during sex. Every inch of me was on display: my stretch marks, my stomach rolls, and my thunder thighs. Then there were my nipples I worried were too big, and my breasts that were uneven. Staring at myself this closely triggered my self-consciousness, but Holden’s gaze made me feel anything but.

Reaching back, I wrapped my arm around his head and turned him to me. This time, we stared at one another without the shield of the mirror. His eyes bounced between mine, and his tongue peeked out, licking his lips. His aquamarine eyes were open, reminding me of the night we met that I was resistant to keeping my guard up, and my body relaxed completely into his.

Pulling his lips to mine, I took what I wanted, exploring his mouth with my tongue and drinking in everything he had to offer. Finally, Holden moved, taking me by surprise when he snapped his hips forward. Gasping, I broke our kiss and held on for dear life as he took over.

His thrusts were frantic, like he expected me to disappear if he didn’t fuck me fast enough. His cock hit me deep, my body building back to another orgasm with each thrust. I watched us in the mirror as his cock slid in and out of my wet folds. My body was flushed all over, with added red marks from his fingertips and kisses.

I looked good with his marks on me.

My fingers played with the hair at his nape, tickling my palms, and his eyes rolled back. I love that. When they sprung open, they landed on the marks on my wrist, and something different came over him.

“Hands on the mirror, Wildcat. Watch how good I look fucking you.” He pressed me forward, and I fell to the mirror, my hands making handprints on the glass as Holden moved quicker and harder than I thought possible. My knees teetered on the edge of the sink, almost slipping in with each thrust.

Our gasping breaths filled the bathroom, accompanied by our skin slapping against one another and the squeak of my hands as they shifted against the mirror. Arousal hung heavy in the air, and sweat clung to our bodies. Holden’s fingers dug into me and I knew I’d have new marks there tomorrow. It didn’t take long for my body to grow taut, and my orgasm neared as he unleashed himself.

“What do you do to me?” he whispered, his lips skimming over my shoulder.

“I… I…” I shook my head, unable to answer except for a whimper.

“I got you, Wildcat.” He spread my legs wider on the counter and my muscles protested at the stretch. But when he pressed in, hitting me deeper, I suddenly didn’t care.

“I love seeing you spread open for me. Watching your greedy pussy take my cock is the hottest thing. Then I see my marks on you, and I get harder, imagining my best friend’s eyes when he spots it.” He shuddered, his thrusts becoming more erratic, and I reached back to grip his ribs. His words turned me on, and I wondered what being with both of them would be like. His finger brushed over my clit, the bundle of nerves electrifying at his touch.

“You like that, too. Don’t you, Wildcat?” he growled, nipping my ear. I whimpered, but nodded. Holden gave a deep chuckle, his hips picking up speed and snapping forward with force.

“Yes, yes, fuck. Holden!” I screamed, my orgasm slamming into me. Holden’s thrusts lost rhythm, and he squeezed me, his head falling back as he came.

“Fuck, Wildcat. Your pussy is squeezing me so tight. I can’t get it out of my head.”

I panted, my head spinning from the orgasm. I wanted to believe his words meant something, but I was too scared to want more than he offered. Holden had power over me; if I gave it to him, I might never recover. One Adler had already burned me; I couldn’t take two.

He kissed my collarbone before slowly pulling out. The loss of him sent my head into a tailspin, and reality swarmed me. We shouldn’t have done that. Now everything would be more complicated.

I moved to a sitting position on the counter and covered myself. I held my wrists in my hands, staring at the marks. The reminder of how he’d held me rushed back, and I closed my eyes.

“Wildcat,” Holden whispered, brushing a tear I hadn’t realized had fallen away. “Tell me.”

I shook my head. I couldn’t.

Using his knuckle, he lifted my chin. “Let me take care of you, then.”

I held his eyes, and nothing but sincerity poured out. I wanted his comfort. Nodding, I let him pull me off the counter and into his arms. He stepped into the shower and set my feet down, hot water falling over me.

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