Page 46 of All Your Hate

My muscles squeeze down on nothing and for a split second, I wish he was still inside me.

“No!” I grit out. But it’s too late. The slick feel of him sliding along the outside of my pussy sets my whole body off.

Back arching, toes curling, I come with his enraptured face heating my body even further.

It feels like the longest orgasm of my life. Each second dragging out, my body coating in sweat as it takes everything out of me. When it finally subsides I can’t move.

He leans down to kiss me, but I turn my face away. “Get off me.” My protest is weak, but the intent remains clear.

My body starts to cool and I suddenly feel everything. The uncomfortable feeling of cold sweat, the weight of him on top of me, and the sticky mess between my legs.

I should have known he’d twist my request for him not to come inside me into something worse. “I need to shower,” my voice is hoarse with unshed tears.

“Later. I’m not quite ready to let you go.” Bones’ tone is light. He knows he’s won. The bastard thinks I’m actually his now.

I suppose I am.

Bones tricked me with those piercings and I lost.

He trails his fingers along my pussy, swirling them through our mix of come, before bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean. “I want to see you this messy with my come every day,” he says with glee.

“You’re a twisted motherfucker!” I snarl and drag myself up the bed away from him, but my elbows give out from exhaustion before I reach the pillows.

He pulls me up the rest of the way and lies down next to me, bringing my back to his chest to spoon me.

“You must be tired after two huge orgasms,” he sounds so happy with himself.

“They weren’t that big.” It’s a pathetic response, but it’s all my sex-rattled brain can come up with.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me doesn’t help my sleepy body. My eyelids grow heavy and the more I’m coming down from my orgasm, the easier it is for sleep to take me.

“I fucking hate you,” I tell him quietly as I drift off. His response is to hold me closer and kiss the top of my head.

10

BONES

Ican’t lose her.

That’s the only thing I know for certain.

I can’t ever lose her.

By giving her the deal I was risking everything, but I’ve been reading people for a long time. Wynter wants me, even if she won’t admit it. I understand why. It’s simply going to take more than my usual charm to get her to trust me.

Now that I have her name she’s an open book ready to be spread beneath my fingers and appreciated with nothing less than my full attention.

Unfortunately, that’s easier said than done. As much as I’d like to spend every minute with her, I can’t get the thought of her abusers out of my head. They’re starting to haunt me as much as they do her.

I’m about to get out of bed when Wynter’s thigh brushes against mine.

My cock’s already standing to attention, eager to get back inside her. Lifting her leg higher I give myself access to her pussy. Just one thrust and I’ll be home.

Then I remember the pain in her eyes when she woke up to me eating her out.

I can’t do that to her again.

She may be mine after I won the bet, but I have to be careful to not lose control and fuck her while she’s unconscious.

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