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“I made you a cupcake,” she murmurs as she strokes my cock.

“Didn’t want it,” I respond. “Found something tastier.”

Leaning up, she presses her lips to mine. I feel her tongue swiping over my lips, collecting the remnants of her release. She pulls away with a smile. “You’re right. Tastier.”

I fucking can’t. Can’t hold back. Can’t wait any longer. I lift her and her hand releases my cock. Once her legs are secured around my waist as I keep her pressed against the wall, I press inside of her. There’s no hesitation. There’s no more preparation. I don’t care if it hurts. I know she’s wet. I know she wants this as much as I do. Her head falls back against the wall, a cry spilling from her lips.

“Fuck,” I hiss. Her cunt is wrapped around me so goddamn tightly. Wet and warm and home.

I pound into her. Fast, hard strokes of my cock as her hips begin to move to meet mine as we set a pace. Rough and desperate. This is need.

“You’re stuck in my fucking head, Roo,” I hiss as she moans, burying my face in the crook of her shoulder. “Can’t stop fucking thinking about you. When I wrap my hand around my cock, I think of you. When I get a shot at another girl, I imagine you. You’re…fuck. What are you doing to me?”

My fingers hook underneath my arms, gripping my back, pulling me against her. She whines and moans, right in my ear. The sound is driving me fucking crazy.

My hips switch to a punishing speed. I don’t think she knows what she’s doing to me. She just exists and for that reason, she’s my weakness. The locker room fills with the sounds of moans and grunts. Our bodies slapping together as I take what I’ve wanted since the minute I walked into that shitty venue, since she became the only thing I can ever think about.

I drive her to another orgasm. Her nails dig into my back and I don’t care if she leaves marks in her wake. I don’t care if the internet starts to obsess over the claw marks. I don’t care if Nathan yells at me. As long as she keeps making those pretty cries for me, I’m so fucking good.

“Theo!” She cries through her orgasm, sensitive body trembling in my arms as I keep her against the wall.

Fucking her through her orgasm, I crumble soon after. I groan through my release, filling her. My head stays against her shoulder as I keep her supported against the wall.

As the beautiful post-orgasmic high begins to fade, we’re left with the truth of what happened. We fucked. I fucked Aurora. I can live with that. The question is, can she?

When I lift my head and see the look on her face, I have my answers.

Green eyes are wide as she processes. I don’t say a word as I pull out and let her down slowly. Her legs wobble as she finds her footing. I don’t reach out to help her, opting to pull up my sweats instead.

“We…” she trails off like she’s in shock. Like she didn’t just come on my tongue, on my cock.

“Fucked,” I finish the sentence for her. Turning my back, I can’t look at her face. The last thing I want to see is her regretting what happened.

The idea of Aurora regretting me bothers me more than I care to admit. Other girls have regretted me. I’m not the best guy in the world. But Aurora…the idea chews at my heart. It takes what has been the best birthday of my life and sours it. When she doesn’t say anything, the familiar warmth of anger bubbles in me.

Anger is my comfort zone. It’s safe, like a blanket I can wrap around my shoulders and know nothing can touch me.

“We fucked, Aurora,” I say. “And you fuckinglovedit. You can hate me all you want, but you can’t take back the fact you begged me to eat your sweet cunt. Can you live with that?”

She doesn’t respond. I hear the shuffle of clothing. Everything that was good vanishes and all I can feel in the anger, the rage. All I need is for her to show me that I’m not a fucking mistake. Slowly, I turn to look at her. For the first time, I let hope take a hold of my heart. Hope that maybe something will go right.

Yet those beautiful green eyes meet mine, freckled cheeks still flushed in the ruined afterglow and she says, “That can never happen again.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

AURORA

Rise

Episode 575

New Orleans, Louisiana

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Saying I shouldn’t have done that feels like the understatement of the year. It was a huge, huge mistake. I acted on instinct, on desire. I acted on the things that I should keep stuffed down because they’re bad. Wrong. Things that I should not feel when Theodore Abrams is involved because that’s how I become just another girl. One of the sparkly-eyed ones who ends up dull and lifeless because I believed his lies.

I’m spiraling. Theo didn’t even try to promise me anything. He’s just been trying to get in my panties since the day that we met and I finally gave in. I offered him my body like it was a present for his birthday.

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