Page 79 of Love Harder

This didn’t happen to me.

I wasn’t accustomed to a man hugging me and kissing me this way. He was rough yet gentle. He was reckless yet careful.

And he was always respectful.

I couldn’t keep up.

I was losing a race I didn’t even know I was running.

I had long given up on the idea that this type of man existed, so to have this now, I was slowly becoming addicted to the taste.

Each kiss grew.

Each touch lingered.

He was everywhere, yet I wanted more.

And I knew in that precise moment…I wanted to keep him.

My heart hurt because it was not prepared for yet another heartbreak. But I didn’t care.

I wanted this man more than I needed air to breathe.

We went into the bedroom, and what he did next…oh, be still my iniquitous heart.

He bent me over his lap, and with my ass poised high, he slapped me—so fucking hard.

Each time, it was harder.

Each time, I died a small death.

He asked if I wanted more.

If I wanted it harder.

And each question was answered with a yes.

This wasn’t something we spoke about. We were just in sync with what we wanted. My body responded to his. And his to mine.

I was so turned on by this stage. I don’t remember the last time I was this wet.

So the question is, why is he called The Unicorn?

Yes, itiswhat you’re all thinking. You wouldn’t be reading this book if it wasn’t. You’re all my dirty little monsters, which is why you’ll understand.

Hewasone of a kind. Of course he was. You’ve read what a rarity he was.

But The Unicorn’s horn was the biggest, the longest, the hardest thing I had ever seen, and it was about to fuck me into next week and do so with a shameless smile.

And I was so here for it.

This was it—make or break.

He established early on that he was in control, and when he lay on top of me and fucked the ever-living shit out of me, I was a goner.

I didn’t stand a chance.

We had sex unlike strangers.

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