Page 46 of Scarred Hearts

I leaned forward, planting delicate, feather-like kisses along his rough, stubbled jawline. My nails bit into the taut muscles of his shoulders as I lifted myself off his throbbing shaft, only for him to thrust me back down with an eager force. “You’re going to make me bleed, holy shit.”

Our bodies collided in a rhythmic symphony of flesh against flesh, the sound echoing through the confined space of the car like a powerful storm. Pressing my hand against the cold glass window, I braced myself, smearing the foggy pane.

“Bleed all over my cock, baby,” he ordered, his voice thick with lust. “You know I love that. I’ll lick your blood-soaked pussy clean.”

My breasts bounced in sync with his relentless thrusts, and he seized them with fervor. He yanked my top down, allowing my tits to spill out freely. His two middle fingers slipped into my mouth. I sucked eagerly but he pulled them out just as quickly. Cupping my rear, he spread my ass cheeks apart and teased my sensitive little hole with his wet fingers. A loud moan escaped me as he pushed them inside, guiding me back and forth.

“Tyler, oh my God, I’m going to cum!” I screamed out.

His mouth latched onto my nipple, teeth biting hard around the piercing, sending electric jolts of pleasure through me.

My mind swirled in a whirlwind of passionate intensity. Despite every rational thought screaming at me not to fall for him again, I felt myself teetering on the edge. I refused to give in to the feelings I had the moment I saw him again. It was wrong. And I refused to let him grasp how much he affected me.

His eyes locked on mine, and I could see the hunger that drove him. It was a look that spoke volumes of power.

“Cum all over my cock, baby,” he commanded in a low, gravelly tone, his breath hot against my ear. “Squirt all over me, you know I love the way it feels. I know you’re about to. I can feel your pussy clamping harder on me.”

My body trembled in eagerness as he continued to pound into me, his shaft drilling deep and hitting all the right spots while his fingers expertly played with my asshole. The combination of pleasure and pain was almost too much to handle, but I couldn’t resist any longer.

Gasping for breath, I reached between us and pressed my fingers to my throbbing clit, massaging it hard. Every touch sent jolts of electricity through my body, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

With one final thrust, he spilled his seed deep inside me, triggering my own release. My body convulsed as I squirted all over us both, drenching us in our shared pleasure.

As we collapsed forward together, my head on his shoulder facing his neck, I sprinkled kisses on his sweaty skin. The scent of his cologne enveloped me and brought a sense of comfort to our passionate encounter. Breathing heavily, I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of him holding me close. In that moment, nothing else mattered except for the intense connection we shared.

After a few moments of catching our breath, he gently stroked my lower back and asked, “Are you good?” And in that moment, I knew that everything was more than good. It was perfect.

“Yeah.” I exhaled a last shaky breath before sitting up, glancing at the foggy car windows with a snicker. “Wow.”

He peered around, then brought his gaze back to mine. “We should get inside and pack your bag. Ian’s going to be mad if we’re ambushed before we have protection.” He looped a strand of my hair behind my ear, peering into my eyes with a subtle smile. “You’re now a wanted woman.”

Though I knew his words had a double meaning, the truth was far darker. Silently, I slipped off his lap, feeling his cum dripping out of me as I slid back into the passenger seat, adjusting myself.

“Might want to have your car detailed,” I joked.

With a small chuckle, he fastened his pants, then slipped out of his side of the car, strode around, opening the door for me.

“Do we have time to shower?” I asked as I stepped out.

He closed the door, locked it, and then placed a hand on my lower back, guiding me to the crosswalk. “We should probably just hurry and get your things and get to my house. You can shower there.” Scanning our surroundings like he was guarding me with his life, he took a protective, tall stance next to me, steering me to the building. He didn’t relax until we were in the elevator.

Once we were inside the apartment, he grabbed my hand, twisting me around, pulling me against him. “Stay behind me.”

I tilted my head, about to ask why.

“You’re an easy target up here,” he said, “so I’m going to escort you up to your room.”

“I don’t want you to get shot either,” I scoffed.

“Well, you should’ve thought about that before you stabbed a Russian Mafia Boss’s son.”

11

THE SLEEPOVER

TYLER

Giovanna had never stepped foot inside my house. Had I known she’d be coming over, I would’ve arranged things a little better. I’d done things like donate Mila’s clothes and get rid of all her makeup and toiletries, but I’d left photos of her around the house for the kids. And until recently, I wasn’t sure if taking the pictures down was necessary. Even now, Giovanna and I weren’t together, but something about having remnants of my ex-wife in the home made me feel guilty. Had they only been in the kids’ rooms, it would’ve been different.

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