Page 45 of Depraved Desires

“Try me,” I rasped, my throat already sore.

A wide grin split his face and he pulled away from me instantly. Before I knew what was happening, he was flippingme onto my hands and knees, slamming back into me again. A surprised gasp fluttered past my lips, my hands fisting the sheets. He grabbed my hair, being careful to pull up top away from the extensions while he pounded into me with so much strength and so much speed. With his free hand, he gripped my wait tightly, making sure to tighten his grip.

“That’s not fair,” I forced out, having no way of getting to him to do the same.

“Who said anything about being fair, darlin?”

Ragged breaths left me, the sound of our skin slapping filled the room along with my strangled moans and his grunts. My body started shaking around him, heat spreading through my core, right before electricity seemingly pulsed through my body, my release following behind moments later.

“Holy fucking shit,” he groaned, tearing out of me as quickly as possible. The hot liquid from his seed coated my ass and lower back.

I collapsed onto the mattress; my muscles far too weak to hold me up a second longer. My breaths came out in deep pants as my system worked to regulate the oxygen flooding through me. Exhaustion trickled in, threatening to take me under, but sleeping the day away didn’t sound appealing.

The sound of shuffling filled my ears, indicating Rocky was already getting dressed, but I couldn’t find it in me to move, my eyes fluttering closed.

“I’ll be right back,” he said before my bedroom door opening and closing captured my attention.

I snorted at that. It wouldn’t surprise me if he fled. I’ve had my fair share of one-night stands and Rocky Barlow was unpredictable. My heart thrashed wildly in my chest, the thumping of it filling my ears. Something told me he wouldn’t do that though. While he might have been difficult to read at times,he was a good person. If this was just a meaningless hook up to him, he would have told me; I knew it.

When he reappeared, something wet and warm touched my lower back, startling me. Snapping my eyes open, I glanced over my shoulder to see him cleaning me with a washcloth, the sight making weird feelings stir in the depths of my stomach. Once he was finished, he disposed of the cloth, placing it in my hamper near my closet.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” I said, rolling off the bed and grabbing my shirt from the floor. I tugged it on, followed by a pair of leggings and crossed the room. Stepping into my closet, I retrieved one of the boxes I’d stored there. His eyes followed my every movement, curiosity swirling in the depths of them. Placing the box on the bed, I counted out four thousand dollars, not sure if this was the right amount, but knew it would cover everything he’d bought for me. Turning to face him, I offered him the wad of bills.

He stared at it like it was foreign. “I don’t want your money. What I did was a favor to you.”

“Which I’m grateful for, but I don’t want it to feel like I owe you.”

His lips parted in disbelief, and he took a step back. “You think I’d make you do something in exchange for helping you?”

“No,” I quickly blurted. “That’s not what I meant. Just please take it. It’ll make me feel better.”

Hesitantly, he reached forward and took the money. I could tell he didn’t want to, but I was still grateful. Rocky’s attitude had drastically shifted since we had sex, and I wasn’t sure if it was because of the money thing, or if it was something else entirely. His jaw was tight with tension, his eyes distant and cold. Part of me feared that he regretted this. My stomach sank at the prospect, but I didn’t want to make things worse bycommenting on it. So instead, I put the box back in my closet and moved to take a seat on the edge of my bed.

Rocky ran a hand through his tousled hair, something obviously bothering him. “I hate to do this,” he finally said. “But I have to go. I’m sorry.” My breath stuttered in my chest as I watched him turn on his heels and exit the room.

What the fuck?

Did I really just get played? Heat spread through my veins, exploding through me like a tsunami of wildfire. What an asshole. If he actually liked me as he claimed, he wouldn’t have been so quick to run off without an explanation.

Taking in a few deep breaths, I worked to calm myself. Maybe it was nothing. There was no sense jumping to conclusions. I’d let his actions speak for themselves in the following days to come.

My stomach growled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten yet. Standing, I drifted to my door and pulled it open, venturing out into the hallway. Running my fingers through my hair, I tugged it up into a ponytail and made my way into the kitchen, halting when my gaze landed on Monroe who was nursing a glass of whiskey.

“Hungry?” he asked, his gaze roaming over me in an assessing manner.

“Yes, actually. Thank you.”

He nodded, setting his glass down on the island. “I imagine you would be,” he continued. “Especially after…all thatexercise.”

My eyes widened and embarrassment burrowed through me. “You heard all that?” I asked sheepishly.

He didn’t respond right away, turning his back to me and collecting the ingredients needed for the meal he was about to prepare. He placed the eggs on the counter, followed by some cheese, bacon, and tater tots.

“I heard everything,” he finally said, keeping his back turned toward me as he worked on preparing the food. “Every moan, every curse, every creak the bed made, everything.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, sinking my teeth into my inner lip.

Monroe was silent as he finished up and then placed a glass of juice on the table followed by a breakfast burrito. Striding across the room, I dropped into the seat, thanking him as I did. The tension was so thick in the room that it made me wonder if he was jealous. Or maybe he just felt awkward.

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