Page 53 of Vows From Hell

Micah grabbed my hips and pushed inside. I screamed as he continued with his violent, ruthless thrusts. It was too deep, yet too addicting for me to hate it. The mix between pain and pleasure felt divine, like a high I’d been chasing, and he was the only one who was able to give me the perfect release.

“You say you’re tired, but you’re pushing your hips back. How greedy of you.’’

I moaned, and he smacked my ass for the fourth time in a minute. His handprint was on my flesh, stinging, but his soft caressing afterward soothed the ache.

“I am greedy,’’ I agreed. “Too fucking greedy for you.’’

“Such a foul mouth,’’ he murmured, finding his own release.

That tipped me over the edge, and all I could do was scream in pleasure.

He filled me up entirely until it started overflowing.

“So pretty.’’ He stared as his cum trickled down my inner thigh, as if he were admiring a masterpiece.

With that, I slumped down, breathing heavily. I was sweating, my hair was a mess, but I had no strength left in my body to take a shower.

We’d been at it for hours and the exhaustion overtook me.

The last thing I remembered before closing my eyes was Micah carrying me to the bathtub and running a warm bath.

The door of the room closing woke me up.

My eyes fluttered open, and it took me a moment to realize it was just a little before three in the morning. The moon was high in the sky, and I yawned, before turning to the side.

Micah’s side of the bed was empty, and that made me jolt up. I touched the spot next to me, realizing it was still warm.

Then I remembered the sound I heard and quickly rushed out of the bed, tripping on the sheets in the process as I was still half-asleep.

I ran down the stairs, understanding what it meant.

My heart was beating so rapidly, fear blocked my rational thinking. I knew our time was limited, but I didn’t think he’d be gone this soon.

It bothered me that he was trying to leave without bidding me goodbye.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I caught him smoking on the couch, with a duffle bag next to his feet.

His eyes found mine immediately, then he looked straight ahead.

“What are you doing up? You should be sleeping.”

My feet moved toward him until I was sitting next to him. He avoided eye contact like a plague, and no matter how much I stared at him, he wasn’t budging.

“That’s my question. Tell me, Micah, were you trying to leave without telling me?”

He flinched.

“You were,” I whispered. “You were going to disappear in the middle of the night.”

My voice was getting rougher and louder with each spoken word, but Micah didn’t move. His shoulders were tense and rigid, yet he still refused to look at me.

“I was thinking about you. It would be easier for me to just disappear then have you cry while watching me leave.”

I laughed bitterly and my eyes widened in disbelief. “You are constantly making decisions for me. When will it end?”

“I was trying to be considerate.”

“Then please, never be considerate of me again.”

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