Page 88 of Better Hide

“Birthdays are stupid. Don’t get me anything.” I throw the food into the oven and slam the door.

“Oh, hey.” Cole grabs my elbow.

I shut everything down. All the happiness I started to feel again disappears. Fuck, I had started to feel like there was something here. Cole will stop caring as soon as he gets bored.

“Whoa, where’d you go?” Cole turns me to face him.

I stare at him blankly.

Anger flashes in Cole’s eyes before he dips down to kiss me. Hard. His lips cover mine, and he licks at the seam until I automatically open for him. His hand snakes down my front and palms my pussy. His magnetic energy makes heat flood my body.

I try to fight it, but that only pisses Cole off more. He pinches my clit and bites my lip, causing me to gasp.

Cole kisses me deeper, harder, and more aggressively until he’s bruising my lips. It sparks feelings in me for the first time since we got here.

“Come here.” Cole lifts me up, and I squeal. He drops me on the counter in front of the big window and then rips my shirt off.

“Cole,” I gasp. It’s dark enough outside that everything is visible with the lights on in here.

“Yeah?” He pins my hands in my lap as I struggle to get away.

I hiss, “Someone will see.”

“Kinda the point, Jo.” Cole yanks my shorts down, then rips my panties away.

“Cole!” I fight to get away.

Cole yanks his dick out and lines it up against my legs. “You may be embarrassed, but I have no issues showing off my woman for the world to see.”

“Cole, stop.” Heat creeps up the back of my neck, but the shame mixes with something else. Something more electric.

“Saying no never worked before, and it won’t work now.” Cole lets my hands go to lift me up and slam his dick into me.

“Fuck!” I grip Cole’s shoulders, the shock of him filling me racing through my body. He lets me adjust for a second, gripping my ass and keeping me firmly connected to him.

“You ready, my little chef?”

I dig my nails into his back, and he groans. “Fuck yes, Jo. Just like that.” Cole starts pumping into me. I expect him to go roughly, but he doesn’t. He strokes slowly in and out again, making sure I have time to feel every pass. His nails dig little bites of pain into my ass.

“God, you feel so good,” Cole moans.

“Faster,” I groan.

“No. You can take it slow.” Cole peppers kisses up and down my neck.

“Cole,” I groan and buck my hips into him to get him to fuck me harder. It’s too slow. Too sweet. Too nice.

“Yes?” There’s a chuckle in his voice.

“Fuck me,” I hiss.

“Hmmm. Why, when I can torture you so wonderfully right here?”

“Fucking sadist.” I buck my hips into him again, and he groans. “You make it so hard to torture you.” Cole grips my ass tighter and holds me in place. “Look at me.”

I squeeze my eyes shut.

Cole pinches the skin of my ass so hard I gasp and open my eyes.

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