Page 86 of Scarred Hearts

Bringing my hand up to caress his cheek, I traced his jawline with my fingertips. “I think you’re perfect.”

He lifted his gaze to mine, sitting in the one centered between the others. I stood between his legs, my hands on his shoulders and I looked down at him. He stroked the outside of my thighs up and down.

“You have a way of replacing bad memories with good ones.”

I smiled at him. “Is that so?”

He nodded, slipping his fingers under my loose upper-thigh-length shorts. “You make me a better man.”

I shook my head as he slipped his fingers between my slit, stroking up and down. “No, I just allow you to be yourself—your true self.”

He withdrew his hands and unfastened his pants, his semi-erect cock now free from its confines. I shifted my legs over each of his and straddled his lap in the very chair where he almost lost his life, still marked with traces of his past pain. Without breaking eye contact, he pulled aside my shorts and positioned himself between us. Using my body to stimulate him, I moved back and forth along his shaft, jerking him off between my wet lips.

“Let me replace this memory with something happier,” I whispered next to his ear.

He reached up and held his cock upright while I sank down on it completely, gripping his shoulder muscles for support. A loud moan escaped my lips, but he silenced it with a passionate kiss. He gripped my hips firmly and guided me in fast movements on top of him. Muffled moans and cries against our mouths were all that could be heard before he groaned into my lips.

“Fuck, princess, I can’t get enough of your tight little cunt.” He adjusted our positions so that I was now bouncing on him, changing the angle for maximum pleasure. “Ride my big cock, baby.”

With my hands laced behind his neck, I tilted my head to the side and brushed my lips against his neck before leaning back, placing my palms on his knees. “You love watching me from this angle, don’t you?” I whispered.

“It’s my favorite,” he murmured, pulling down my top to reveal my breasts. “I love how they bounce for me.”

“I’m so close already,” I replied, finding the perfect position.

He leaned forward and took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. My walls tightened around him as he throbbed inside me. “Cum for me, princess, we have to hurry.”

Knowing I couldn’t hold back any longer, I pressed my lips to his neck.

He pulled away with a smirk, shaking his head. “Oh no,” he said, reaching for my face and running his thumb over my bottom lip. “I want you to scream for me.”

Unable to resist his demand, I let out a loud moan as he filled me with his seed while I screamed out his name.

“Tyler! Holy shit! Fill me with your cum!”

“Every... drop is just for you... princess,” he replied through ragged breaths as he thrust himself up, deep into me.

Satisfied and exhausted, I collapsed on him. He stroked my thigh gently. “I hate to cut this short, but my sexy girlfriend and her trainer are needed next door.”

I sat up straight. “What?”

“Luke and I are working with you two today. We need you both fully polished because we’ve got some big players coming, and since Carmine is pretending to be acting boss of your family, we have to make sure you make him look good the night of the fight.”

Reality hit me like a ton of bricks and brought me crashing down from my high with Tyler. I seethed to myself at the thought of Ekaterina, that conniving bitch. She needed to be out of my life for good.

We quickly straightened our appearance and made our way over to Hofstein, with Tyler’s arm draped over my shoulder. When we entered, the delivery men had already left, and pallets and cage pieces were piled against the wall. Ian, Luke, and Nico were deep in conversation with Carmine Giamagi and Nadia, but they all turned to us as soon as we walked in. Ian’s expression showed clear displeasure, and I felt a pang of guilt for taking so long in the other warehouse.

Tyler pressed his lips to the top of my head, speaking quietly, “Think about my cum dripping out of you while you’re training.”

Trying my best to hold back a smile as we came to a stop in front of the others, I cleared my throat. Ian squinted at me for a moment before pushing back whatever he was thinking. Nico plopped down on one of the chairs behind him.

Nadia offered me a small smile. I wondered if I should tell her Luca was at my house but decided against it since we were supposed to be concentrating on training and she needed to focus. Tyler set my bags down next to Nico, and I took out my wraps, securing them to each wrist. Then, Tyler slid my gloves on me, ensuring they were snugly in place. He pulled out my neon pink mouthguard, ready to hand it to me, but I shook my head.

“We’re just training.”

“In case something goes wrong,” he said, pressing it into my mouth with an arched brow. “I need my girlfriend’s perfect teeth to stay that way.”

“Fine,” I mumbled through the obstacle.

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