Page 191 of Dare To Break

“What the actual fuck?” I reach back for her hands and drag them above her head. Anger is burning through my veins. At her. At me for not recognizing the signs. At Miles because …

What the fuck?

“Stop fucking clawing at me. How the actual fuck are you still a virgin? I fucking heard you with Miles.”

She giggles, the sound at odds with the tears spilling down her cheek. She pulls a hand free to dash them away.

“I don’t have a dick.” Her giggles turn into a full-blown laugh. “Well …” She glances down her body to where I’m still inside her. “Well, technically, I have one at the moment.”

“Fuck’s sake.” I’m not seeing the humor she so clearly is.

I try to roll away again, and she grabs my hip. “No! You started, now you need to finish. You can’t leave me like this.” Tears spring to her eyes again, her mood swinging from amused to unhappy. I’m getting fucking whiplash from the back and forth. “I can’t be rejected again, Eli. Please!”

“Fuck.” My curse is softer this time. I know what she’s talking about, even though she doesn’t realize it.

Her hips lift, taking me deeper into her body, and despite myself, I groan.

“It doesn’t hurt now,” she whispers. “Please, Eli. Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

“I thought you hated me.”

I give a slow roll of my hips, testing how it feels. She’s so fucking tight. The intensity of how good she feels wrapped around my dick is incredible.

Her eyes flutter closed. “I do. I hate you so fucking much.” The word ends on a moan as I thrust deeper. “Hate you. Yes. So. Fucking. Much.”

My lips find her throat, and I bite my way up to her jaw. “Say it again.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“I don’t believe you.” Another thrust draws out another moan.

Her arms wind around my neck. “I hate you.”

“Again.”

Her back arches as I slam deeper. “I fucking hate you.” She almost screams the words.

I capture her lips, suck her tongue into my mouth and swallow her moans as I bury myself to the hilt into her body.

Her hands are everywhere. Around my neck, in my hair, sliding down my throat, wrapping around the padlock adoring my neck, over my back, digging into my ass. When our mouths break apart, I tangle a hand into her hair and pull her head back.

“Say my name.” I want to hear it on her lips. Need her to know it’s me fucking her. That it’s me making her feel this good.

“No.”

I tighten my grip. “Say my fucking name. Whose dick is inside you?”

She presses her lips together.

“Okay. If you want it that way.” I kiss along her jaw to her ear. “I’m going to make you come all over my dick, Princess, but not until you’ve said who’s fucking you. I’ll keep you on the edge all night long if I have to. I’ll stop before you come and leave you wanting. I’ll pull out and leave you empty and needy.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“Then say my name.” My fingers find her clit, and she jerks against my touch, writhing and sobbing as I stroke and circle and flick and pinch, while my dick sinks into her body over and over again in a hard rhythm. “Do you want to come?”

She nods.

“Then say my name.”

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