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This has to be his decision.

I could go all in with him. Really have a relationship. We're at the precipice of everything we could be and I’m so caught up in my own head that I almost miss the moment he growls, “Fuck it,” and smashes his mouth against mine.

Chapter 14 - Porter

Chills (Dark Version) - Joey Myron, Mickey Valen?

Fuck it.

Two little words that burst forth when I throw all caution to the wind and take her mouth like a man starved. Her lips feel like heaven against mine and her soft moans get louder as she pushes against me.

Her body is just as warm and pliable as I remember. It feels like it's been years and not days since I’ve touched her.

“I’m going to fuck you, Charlie,” I growl, her hands grabbing my shirt and pulling me firmly against her. Kissing along the side of her jaw I can already feel her try to move her hips against mine. Seeking whatever friction she can get.

“You’re going to take my cock like the good little slut you are.”

A small whimper escapes her as she nuzzles into my neck.

“If I put my hand down your panties would I find you wet enough to take me?” I ask, knowing that she's wanted this since she returned to Hidden Valley; and if I'm honest with myself, I've wanted it just as much, maybe more. “Are you desperate enough to beg for me? Let me fill you over and over until my cum drips out because your pretty pussy can't hold anymore?”

I can see her eyes glaze over as she takes in what I’ve just said. The prospect of us doing this, taking this step together isbig. There's no excuse of too much wine, or getting lost in the whirlwind of two friends getting married.

This is just her and I … and maybe a whole lot of jealousy on my part, but this dance we've been doing has gone on long enough.

For seven weeks we've tempted each other and that's not even counting when we first met at the wedding and how my cock ached for her.

She doesn't know the other half of who I am, the half I choose to bury. The old me, the bloodthirsty me.

She doesn't realise that every time I'm close to her the roaring in my head goes silent. The strange sense of peace she bestows on me, so even if I'm standing in a room full of people, I feel completely calm so long as I can see her.

Dragging her fingers up my neck, she pulls me back into her. Taking my ear lobe into her mouth and sucking on it ever so slightly before biting. The sharp hint of pain doing nothing to ease my aching cock.

“I want you inside me, Porter. I want you to fuck me so hard that I can't walk straight. I want to tease you with my pussy until you worship the ground I walk on. I can be the best fuck toy you'll ever have if you simply get on your knees and begmefor it.”

What the fuck is happening?

She wants me to submit to her?This is an unexpected twist to all the tension between us, and one I shouldn’t be so surprised by. Considering how she left me standing in the middle of that basement all those months ago, with my pants down and my cock still weeping for her.

I’ve never been challenged like this.

The one time I let my needs take over left my girlfriend at the time crying and confused over why I would call her names. She never tried to understand that my need to degrade her was more thancalling her names.It was the way I needed to dominate her, to have her trust me fully and understand that what I wanted to do should give us both pleasure.

I wanted her to be a slut for me, a whore only I got to fuck. A toy for me to use, but she was more delicate than Charlie, sheltered from everything life could tarnish her with. I was the little bit of darkness she sought, but my greed for her was both of our downfalls in the end. The thing I wanted so desperately to explore in the past has now, quite literally been dropped in my lap and is ready to yield …kind of. I only need to give her a little something back in return.

Lifting her in my arms, I wrap her legs around my waist. Taking the short journey from the door she was pressed against, to my desk. I usually work from the couch in my apartment upstairs. So while my coffee table is a mess of invoices and half drunk cups of whatever, my office desk is relatively clear with only a small pile of papers I need to file.

I move to place her down on the desk but she won’t let me go, holding herself tightly against me. Standing straight and moving both of my hands to her ass, giving it a little squeeze as we stand in the centre of the room.

“We can stop if you want?” I say without hesitation. She means more to me than a quick lay and if she wants out of this then she only has to tell me.

“No. No, it's not that. I've always wanted to … could you maybe … it's a little silly —.” Her face somehow manages to both frown and smile at the same time.

“Charlie,” I growl, “say whatever it is you’re thinking. Whatever you say goes, okay?

“Well. I've always wanted someone to swipe everything off a desk in the throws of passion,” she sighs longingly, looking over her shoulder at the desk behind her.

“Throws of passion?” I say, grinning at her.

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