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I was so lost in that feeling, I became too cocky, thinking my body was more than enough weight to keep her pinned.

I was wrong.

From somewhere within, she had built up her strength. Partnered with her strong will, she was able to wrap her legs around my waist and roll me over with a loud grunt.

Looking up at the ceiling, I was truly stunned. Where the fuck did that strength come from? Was it her anger? Her pent-up orgasm? Her sheer determination to win? I didn't know what it was, but when her savage smile covered my view, I knew I had lost.

“Now who’s got fucking who?” Her sassy mouth made me laugh for the first time in a long time. That was until I felt her take my length in her hand. “Now, you are going to finish what you started. I won, and I’m owed my prize.”

That was the moment I knew that all the hate I could muster couldn’t compare to the utter devotion and obsession I had for this woman. I was tethered to her by bonds of fate, and I was done fighting it.

She was mine.

She slammed down on my cock, and I saw stars. She slid up and down just as hard and rough as I had given her, and it was glorious. Her fingers dug into my belly as she went up and down, mesmerizing me with her movements. I was hypnotized by the sight of myself disappearing inside her.

Her mouth occasionally opened in a silent moan as she quickened her pace. The only thing missing was those gorgeous tits bouncing in my face, and I was going to rectify that.

Jackknifing my way up to sitting, I fisted the two straps and tore the fabric apart, causing her to gasp. As her tits fell out, I cupped one, plucking at its nipple while I bit the side of her neck. She howled to the ceiling, her hips moving erratically, and I knew she was almost there.

Grabbing her hips, I used my strength to fuck her back, to show her that I was getting close too. We would come together.

Her nails raked across my back, and I couldn't stop the moan that followed. I took one hand off her hip and shoved it between us, rubbing her clit until she gasped for air. Her whole body shook as it clamped down, and I rubbed her faster, keeping time with my thrusts as her cum gushed all over my cock.

“Roux. Fuck. Oh, God.” Those words were like a trigger for my dick. As soon as she finished the last syllable, my cum shot out deep inside of her, holding her as I filled her up completely. Sweaty and panting like animals, we both fell to the side and onto the mat.

Chapter 10

With my face smashed into the cool mat, gasping for air, my body was wrecked. But somehow, inexplicably, I had never felt more powerful.

Logically, I knew that what we’d just done was crazy. If someone told me that I would be into that fight-fuck, or whatever you might call it, I would’ve laughed in their face. I wasn't the most experienced person, and I’d thought I was more vanilla in this department, but boy was I wrong. I had loved every second of that raw passion even if it pushed my boundaries. My body was on cloud nine, and my soul felt free. Now, I understood what people meant by getting a good fucking.

The tips of his fingers ran along the edge of my scar. “I don’t remember this.”

His grumble had me snorting, unable to feel my normal insecurities about it since my body and mind was on overload. “It was after you three left. I went a little rogue, stole from Miss Vaughn, and pawned the items to start my escape stash, but someone ratted me out. She took me out back and had her lackeys hold me down while she whipped me with a switch.” That scar was the first slash she gave me, full of her anger and hatred. It was so deep. The other small slashes had healed up nicely, but this one left an ugly scar to remind me.

“I want to kill her.”

I laughed at his words, still basking in feeling like Jello on the floor. “Eh. Other than being insecure about it, it's fine. Whatever.” I blew the topic off, not wanting to talk about it, but it was one of the worst memories from my childhood, only highlighting the time I had with and without them.

A large hand skimmed down the side of my body, and I almost mewed at the touch. It felt like my body was still a live wire, like anything could cause me to react. “I knew you had a dark side, Rin.” The rumble of his voice skated across my back, and a shiver ran down my spine.

Dark side? My mind flipped back to rational side as I thought about the voice that I heard at my lowest moments. How deep and ugly it had become because of their betrayal and lies. I was suddenly thinking about the pieces of myself that I tried to hide, the insecurities and weird thoughts that made my stomach drop. He saw all that? What the hell did I just do? I didn't want him to see that. I didn't want anyone to see the broken and desperate pieces of me. My hands flew to my face, covering it as my whole body burned with embarrassment.

“Rin? Hey.”

Roux tried to pull my hands away from my face, and I snapped at him, “Back off! You got what you wanted.” I scrambled to my feet, feeling naked in more than one way, and went straight for my bag with an extra set of clothes. Suddenly, I was pissed about my clothes being torn off.

“Hey!” Roux chased after me, but I pretended not to listen. I didn't want to hear it. Whatever he was going to say, I knew I would just feel more embarrassed than I already was. What the hell was I thinking?

I wasn't thinking, that's what. For once, I had let go of my thoughts. I had let go of my control and the boundaries I usually put up and allowed myself to just… feel. I had followed each and every emotion: happiness, lust, anger, confusion, wonder, satisfaction, pleasure. If I closed my eyes, I could still feel their effects. The delicious bruised feeling along my body, the sticky mess dipping down my thighs, the satisfaction that circled around me. All of it had been wonderful until I realized the cost.

Yanking the bag open, I fisted my new pants and bra, about to put them on when I realized I should clean myself up. I turned to head to the bathroom when my clothes were tugged out of my hand, and I turned toward the thief.

“Give those back.” I glared at him, standing in front of him in an awkward position with my palm stretched out.

“No.”

I rolled my eyes. “Roux.” My warning to him was loud and clear.

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