Page 53 of Bought and Broken

“Do you want me to come inside you?” I ask when I feel myself getting close. It’s been a while since I’ve fucked anyone and her pussy is so tight, despite not being a virgin like she claims.

“God yes,” she says, and I hear the need in her voice.

“I’m close,” I tell her.

She moans in response, her nails digging into the back of my neck.

I grind against her, going deeper until the orgasm crashes over me. I come hard. It leaves me breathless. With my heart pounding, I roll onto my back beside her.

The air is filled with our heavy breathing, the scent of sex and sweat in the air.

The sun is fully up now and I’m starving. I close my eyes, needing a few seconds of rest before I get out of bed to clean up and make breakfast.

I’m just about sleeping when sniffling has me glancing over at Devon, and there’s no doubt about what I heard.

She’s crying.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, pushing myself up onto my elbow and gripping her shoulder. She shrugs me off.

“Nothing, I just… I wasn’t expecting to feel so—” She throws her hands up and lets them fall back to the bed. “I don’t know.”

“You wanted to do this,” I snap at her, panic settling in my chest.

“I know that, Tatum,” she fires back.

“So, what, you regret it now?”

Why am I offended? Why do I fucking care if she regrets it? I want her to regret it. That’s the point here.

But it’s just like her to do something like this. She convinces me to fuck her, to take her “virginity,” and now she’s going to cry because she regrets it? Fucking typical Devon.

“I don’t regret it, I just wish things were different.”

“Different how?” I ask.

“With us!” she shouts. “Me and you. They aren’t supposed to be like this.” She gets up, searching for her clothes and puts them on when she finds them. “How do you not care? How doesn’t this bother you?”

Because I’ve had years to be angry about it.

Because I’ve already been hurting for so long.

Because I’m past the hurt and moved on to revenge.

I shrug because I don’t know what to say.

She scoffs, shaking her head. “I should have known you haven’t changed.”

She turns to walk out.

“Hey, you did know that!” I call after her, scrambling out of bed to get to my feet. “You said it. You said you knew things would go back to the way they were when we left here. That I’m different when we’re out in the real world.”

She whirls around in the doorway, and I stop short, just a few feet from her.

“But you don’t have to be!”

Her eyes are red, filled with tears. I hate seeing her cry… but I can’t stop this.

“You don’t know anything about me,” I argue.

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