Page 88 of One Night With You

“Don’t call me that,” she bit out, before I slid my thumb into her mouth, forcing her to lick and suck.

“Fine.”

And that was right anyway. Because she knew I only said the words to get a rise out of her. I never knew what I was saying when it came to her. Only that wasn’t something I was going to say.

No. We would keep this distance, as I finger-fucked her, and she drenched my hand as if she couldn’t hold back any longer.

And when she came, clamping down at my fingers, I kept moving, the sounds of sex filling the hallway.

There was nothing more I could do, nothing more that I could say. So I pulled my fingers out of her, and then used both hands to grip her hips.

“More?” I asked.

No matter how much I wanted to pretend that this meant nothing, something told me this was a lie. But no, this was just sex. A quick fuck, a hard one. She could debase me, call me names, and I would do just the same for her.

Because it didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered.

“I just...I don’t want to think.” She stared up at me with wide eyes and I knew what she needed—what she refused or couldn’t voice.

I nodded, understanding, then undid my jeans with one hand, keeping my mouth on hers. When we pulled away, and I slid the condom over my length, I couldn’t help but take a moment to step back, and stare at the beauty of her.

I had already pulled down her dress, so her breasts were bare, her nipples hard little points already swollen from my mouth from before. Half of her dress was slid to the side, the other half pushed up. Her panties were a damp mess shoved to the side, and I wanted her. Needed her.

I kissed her again, hating myself. And then I slammed deep inside her. One thrust, one motion, andshe was screaming my name, pulsating around my cock as she came, and I moved.

The picture frames continued to bash against the wall as I fucked her hard against it. There was nothing more I could do, just this.

I needed her. Needed her more than the air I breathed. But I knew it had to be only for sex. It was what we were good for.

It wasn’t as if I really wanted more.

And when I finally came, pinning her to the wall, her fingernails dug into my shoulders, and I kept her to me, hips against hips, buried balls deep. Both of our breaths came in pants, as we tried to calm our hearts, but there was nothing more I could do. Nothing more I could say.

I pulled out of her and ditched the condom in the trash nearby. She righted herself, not meeting my gaze, and I ignored it.

Because this was just a mistake.

Just like it had been before.

“So, are we going to talk about it?” I asked, my voice a growl. I didn’t mean for the biting tone. I didn’tmeanto say anything. But I was so damn tired.

Aria Montgomery shook her head and wiped a tear from her cheek.

I cursed under my breath, and moved closer, wiping the second tear with my thumb. Nothing made sense anymore. It couldn’t. I had done that. Doing what bothof us had wanted. Playing a game. And I had left that tear. I hated the names. But the names were doing what we were good at. Playing a game.

“I can’t,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

I tucked myself back into my pants and swallowed hard. “Because you love him. Even with all he’s done, you love him.”

She met my gaze again, those blue Montgomery eyes staring daggers into my soul. “No, I... I know I can’t love him. And I don’t really.”

“Aria. You can lie to yourself every day. But you don’t get to lie to me. Not when we play games here. We can play games when I’m deep inside you, but you don’t get to play games here.”

“I loved the idea of him…but with this…” Her voice trailed off and she didn’t look at me. I knew there was more going on in that brilliant mind of hers than this moment. And I wasn’t part of it. We’d both taken advantage. Just like always. “This can’t happen again.”

I nodded tightly, knowing that all good things, even how dirty and manipulative they could be, had to come to an end.

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