Page 46 of Bleeding Blackheart

I growl at the same time that Montana screams out. She howls while I pump my hips back and forth, making a sound like I’m killing her. And I feel so lost that I just might.

I hover over her, lost in the feeling of how incredible her pussy is. It’s so fucking tight. Tighter than my fist. Guttural groans come out of me while she sobs under me, and her tears only make me fuck her harder and deeper.

I release her hands and dig my nails into the blanket below us, just so I don’t snap her small wrists in my grip. I want to tell her how sexy she is. How fucking good she feels. But when my mouth opens, nothing comes out. I can hardly breathe.

Montana wails below me while I give her all eight and a half inches, pushing her hands against my hips. My hips just keep snapping back and forth on their own, ramming into hers like she’s a damn blow-up doll.

My brain tells me to slow down and make this good for her. To rub her clit and suck her tits like she deserves. But when my legs start shaking, I know I’m too far gone. It’stoo late. I give her one final slam, and I groan while I spill every last drop in her.

It’s when I pull out that I realize I’ve made a terrible mistake. My dick’s coated in blood, and Montana’s period is over with which can only mean one thing.

I look down at the girl crying under me and stand up off the bed. “Was that your first time?”

She wipes her face while her breath shudders. “Yes.”

My knees buckle and I feel nauseous, realizing what I’ve just done.

I really am an animal. A bastard. A caveman. I’ve only been with one virgin before Montana, and I was gentle with her. I was a virgin too, not knowing what the hell I was doing. I was slow. Romantic. Attentive and concerned.

But I just treated Montana like an escort. No. I treated her worse than an escort. I just used this woman’s body like she was something I purchased at a sex store.

Margaret. She pops up in my head out of nowhere, and I can’t stop thinking about her. How grossed out she’d be with me if she saw what I just did. She’d hate me for what I did to Montana. No woman deserves to be treated like this. Especially not one I kidnapped and one I’m developing real feelings for.

Despite knowing all of this, I feel myself getting ready to make this situation worse. I hate feeling embarrassed, and I don’t know how to deal with it. I take a step back from her and scowl. “You lied to me.”

Her eyes widen, and she sits up. “Lied about what?”

Montana didn’t lie to me, but making her feel guilty is easier than me apologizing and admitting what a piece of shit I am. “You didn’t tell me you were a virgin.” I think back to everything I’ve told her about myself and replay the moments we almost went all the way before tonight, and I can’t believe she wouldn’t tell me something that big. That’s something I should’ve known.

She wraps her arms around herself. “You didn’t ask! It’s not like I fucking lied about it!”

She’s right. I didn’t ask. And having that thrown in my face makes me feel like I just got slapped.

I need to get out of here. I need some air. Since the moment I met Montana, I’ve done nothing but hurt her. She’s already been through so much, and all I’m doing is making her life worse.

Asking her to come with me was a mistake. She’s better off without me. I want her to hate me. I want her to think I’m a bastard so she can let the idea of anythingblossoming between us go.

I reach in my suitcase, digging out my handcuffs when she scoots back on the bed. “What are you doing?”

Something I know I’m gonna regret. Without warning, I yank her by her right wrist, cuffing her to the headboard. “That’s something you should’ve told me, Montana. I shouldn’t have had to ask you.” False and false.

She yells and yanks her wrist against her restraint. “Are you fucking insane?!”

I’m better off alone. I’ve been alone for twelve years, and I don’t need anyone. She sure as hell doesn’t need me. I grit my teeth, spewing out more bullshit. “I can’t trust you, Montana. I opened up to you, and you kept this from me.”

She shakes her head while she starts to cry again, and I get dressed quickly.

“Where are you going?” She looks frantically around the room, probably trying to figure out how to escape.

I ignore her, fixing my shirt and putting on my shoes.

“You can’t leave me here like this, Gunner.”

“Try and stop me.” I pick up my phone and tuck it into my back pocket, seconds away from vomiting.

Montana starts to sob again while her body shakes. “Please. I’m sorry. Just let me go.”

I face her, taking one last look at her blood-stained thighs while my cum leaks out of her, and I step out of the room, locking the door behind me.

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