Page 212 of Deceit

“Then I’m not doing it right,” he whispers in my ear, his comment warm against my skin. “Because this is for me now…not you.”

In one swift thrust, he enters me, gaining an immediate gasp from my lips. Bishop doesn’t work himself into me—no, he pummels inside to show me he’s still pissed off.

At the base of my shoulder blades, he pushes me so I’m back on my palms, exposed to him as he takes his anger out.

He spreads my ass cheeks, squeezing them greedily as he continues fucking me without abandon.

And I take it.

All of it.

His unforgiving drives, the way he proves that he doesn’t care that he might be hurting me because what I’ve done has him shook.

And I’m glad.

He needs to treat me like everyone else.

“Damn,” Bishop rumbles from behind me. “If only I could split you in half every time you pissed me off.” It’s at the tip of my tongue that he can but I hear him spit before his saliva drips down my asshole. “Are you going to take all of it, Em?”

I arch my back needly, tossing my hair back to peer over my shoulder. “It’s your punishment. You want to try and destroy me again, go for it.”

He doesn’t break eye contact with me as he slows his pace while the pad of his thumb grazes my other entrance. A tight pressure begins at my ass and Bishop starts back at screwing me like he really does loathe me.

That this is a lesson he wants me to learn and memorize.

I feel Bishop’s hips hit my cheeks as his thumb enters me, getting me to squirm under his intrusion.

“Relax for me, baby,” he commands softly. “And if you’re a good little girl, I’ll let you come.”

I squeeze my pussy to torture him back and he growls like an animal.

Yeah, he doesn’tnotwant me to finish.

“Has anyone had this ass since me, Em?” I bend over more, letting him gain the full view of his favorite body part of mine. He spits again, using his own lube to work inside me. “Well?”

I don’t answer him, another thing that drives Bishop crazy. His own imagination creates all sorts of scenarios that would be better than anything I could create. He’s his own worst enemy.

Bishop suddenly removes his finger from my ass and rakes all of them through my hair, hauling my spine back to his body. Moving my locks aside, he exposes my neck, giving himself the perfect opportunity to whisper whatever he wants in my eardrum.

“You gonna to answer me, baby?” he whispers before his lips calm around my earlobe and sucks on my sensitive skin.

This time, my eyes do roll back into my head. I relax all my weight on him, letting him use me as his own personal vessel to take his resentment on.

He licks up my ear then whispers, “That’s okay. I’ve already imagined him fucking you enough in my head.”

“Stop.”

“I can’t,” he growls. “I haven’t finished yet.”

With his hand wrapped around my hips, Bishop unleashes everything he has onto me and my body.

He fucks me like he owns me.

He licks and tastes me like he can’t get enough.

He has me almost believing that he wants this as much as I do.

That I’m not the only one who regrets us breaking up.

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