Page 47 of Regrets

I feel his fingers slide through my now wet folds before finding my clit, circling around it and making my hips buck up, wanting so much more and hating myself for it.

“That’s right. We had sex when you and Colt broke up, and then somehow, everything that happened after that was all on us.”

My thighs clench together as I feel the pleasure rising when he punishes my clit and his arm pushes my leg down toward the bed, granting him better access as his hand holds my wrists in a tight grip. “It was just a stupid fight with him.”

His lips hover over mine, and his voice is all gravel. “When he called you dirty and wouldn’t fuck you, made you feel like trash.”

I revolt against a sob, hating the truth, despising how Colt made me feel that night. My hips thrust forward when he slips a finger deep inside me and then pulls it back only to thrust inside me again, then moving back to my clit, pushing me toward the edge of release. “He was still my boyfriend. I owed him more than going straight to his brother.”

He nips on my bottom lip and tugs with his teeth before growling, “And what did you do with his brother?”

I barely recognize him. I see the torture on his face and know this is killing him too, reliving that night. And I’m so fucking twisted, I can feel the gratification rising low in my belly. My eyes meet his. “I fucked him.”

My hands jerk as I feel the orgasm coming, but he holds onto my wrists tightly and then stops moving his hand, pulling a whimper from my throat. “Linc, don’t stop. I’m there.”

The smirk on his face is sinister. “You wanted pain.”

“I still want to come.”

“What’s the fun in that, P?”

He moves his hands out of my panties, and I grind my hips forward, trying to get some friction, anything to push myself over the ledge he left me on. “Linc . . .”

“What’s the matter?”

I glare at him, fire burning inside as I’m dying for release. “Let go of me so I can finish myself.”

He doesn’t budge, his body on top of me and my wrist in his hands. “Be patient, P. We have all night, don’t we? Hell, we have a whole lifetime.”

“Fuck you.”

It’s not intelligent and does no good, but my body writhes under him, begging for the release that was promised. He only smirks.

“Linc what are you going to do? Hold me here all night?”

“Maybe.”

“What can I do?” I’m not past bargaining at this point. “What do you want? Me not to offer sex anymore?”

He laughs, but it’s not funny, and we both know it. “Are you even capable of that? I seem to be your favorite toy.”

“I fucking hate you. Shouldn’t be too hard.”

“You would think.”

I wonder if I can knee him in the balls. Probably not at this angle.

His hand moves over my stomach. “You want to come, P?”

I bite my bottom lip, hating myself even more. “Yes.”

His hand moves back to my panties, and I sigh in relief when I feel his fingers inside me and the swirl over my clit. A few strokes and I’ll be free. I just want to come and then get him the fuck out of here.

“I’ve been thinking about your little game today, Penelope. How you’ve punished me since the day after that first night together.”

I move my hips with him, chasing the orgasm and barely listening to his words as my head tilts back into the fluffy pillow underneath my head, feeling the waves start to crash, my body almost there.

“Thinking about every fight, every snide remark, every single time we’ve fucked since then, watching you drink yourself nearly to death and fuck strangers.”

---