Page 84 of Reluctantly You

I’m sitting in my house, trying to calm myself down, telling myself over and over that I’m not like him, that I’m trying to be better. The ice on my knuckles is a nice distraction when the doorbell rings.

I stand up, dropping Little Pants onto the floor. She skitters over to her cat tree and peers at me, unenthused at the interruption.

“Yeah, yeah,” I murmur at her as I wrench the door open and see Gideon standing before me, his tie loosened, his hair askew.

“Hey.”

He nods and swallows, his eyes boring into mine. It makes everything inside of me light up.

“Where’s Rory?” I manage to ask.

“With Shiloh.”

“Is he okay?”

“He’ll be fine. He’s a survivor.”

His hands flex next to his sides, a pause and then suddenly, he’s moving, pressing into me, those long fingers sliding through my hair, his mouth on mine in an almost violent kiss.

My entire body explodes into an array of colors as our tongues tangle, my hands moving around his back and clutching him to me.

I hear the door close behind us as he walks us back, soft grunts escaping our mouths as we crash into the wall.

“You…” he says as his lips part from mine. His pupils are dilated, his cheeks red. “Mitchell…”

His mouth crashes back onto mine and his cock grinds against mine, his kisses growing desperate.

“You drive me insane,” he murmurs as he grabs onto my hair tighter, angling my head just the way he wants. “You make me crazy.”

I groan when his lips move down my jaw to my neck, sucking roughly on my skin.

My fingers fist his wrinkled shirt and I push him away, but he doesn’t leave. He just wrestles my hands away from him and presses them above me, my wrists captured in his grasp.

“Don’t push me away. Not tonight,” he hisses and then bites down on my bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth, the pain making my cock leak.

“Let me make you feel good. Please,” he whispers and then kisses me once more, our teeth clashing as our tongues slide against each other.

His free hand drags down my chest and stomach to my dick, and he cups it, squeezing it roughly.

“Let me make us come. Say you want it,” he rasps. “Say you want it, Mitchell.”

I can’t fucking breathe, my chest heaving as he works my pants open and puts his hand on my bare cock. It leaps against his palm, fingers smearing precum across my hard length.

“Fuck you,” I manage to say and his lips twitch, swollen and wet.

“Yes, my little slut. Let me fuck you.”

Those words make a groan slip from my mouth as he peels my pants down my legs, my cock appearing, red and angry, weeping for more.

“Look at you,” he says as his thumb brushes across my slit. My pulse jumps, the sight of him touching my cock like this so foreign and yet so…right.

I hate it.

I want more.

“I can feel your heart beating,” he says, his fingers around my wrists, pressing against my pulse point. “You want this. You want me.”

I don’t admit it. Can’t. I just let his other hand continue to stroke me, slowly, torturously.

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