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I let go of all inhibitions. I don’t give a shit what I look like right now. For just this moment, I want to pretend like the man beneath me is exactly what my fantasies make him out to be. A hot as fuck one-night stand. Nothing more. A man who desires me and can make me feel good.

This is about me claiming what I need without giving a fuck who I’m getting it from.

I lean down and kiss him. He sucks on my lower lip and I grind my pussy against him. It’s sensitive from the way he fucked me with his mouth and fingers, and little zings of pleasure shoot through me with each movement.

His hands grab my ass and squeeze. The rough way he uses me should be appalling, but it’s freeing. He isn’t holding back, so neither will I. I can be as selfish as I want to be.

The anger and frustration I’ve been holding onto roll through me as I ride him hard. There are no thoughts, just a general sensation of lust and relief as I let my stress out through physical exertion.

It’s how I fell in love with martial arts, only this is so much more feral.

I fuck him, and he fucks me back.

My earlier orgasm has left me primed for more, but I refuse to give in just yet. I won’t make it that easy for him. No, I want to see him vulnerable, teetering on the edge, before I let myself fall into oblivion again.

His fingers press into my ass cheeks and he bucks up from beneath me, the tip of his cock hitting different spots inside of me as he twists his hips just so.

The man is good. Too fucking good.

I pay him back by pushing myself up and down. The grinding might get me off quicker, but I know the harder I fuck myself with his cock, the sooner he’ll lose control.

He doesn’t play fair. Of course he doesn’t. His hands leave my ass and his thumb finds my clit again, rubbing the overly sensitive bundle of nerves. I pull back, but the movement makes his cock slide inside me just the right way and the orgasm hits me hard. For a moment, I tense, but then Eric groans and I feel his cum shoot inside me.

I let myself go, diving into the dark freedom lust has granted me.

It’s five in the morning and if it hadn’t been for the nausea, I wouldn’t be awake right now. My entire body feels limp and satiated after last night.

Eric is sleeping next to me. He looks different, his face relaxed and his lips turned up as if he’s dreaming something nice. I scoff at the notion. The man’s version of a nice dream would probably traumatize any sane human being.

Carefully, I untangle myself from the sheets and go to the bathroom. After splashing some water onto my face, I feelslightly better. I know I need to eat something dry, a slice of toast or some crackers maybe, but the thought alone is appalling.

I tiptoe out of the bathroom. The soft glow of dawn seeps through the bedroom curtains, casting a muted light on the disheveled room. Our clothes are strewn all over, and I make quick work of retrieving my pants and shirt. My panties are nowhere to be found, but that’s the least of my concerns.

Moving silently through the dimly lit cabin, I reach the kitchen. The cool tile floor feels refreshing against my bare feet. Fighting down my inner repulsion, I open the fridge, hoping to find something quick and easy that won’t upset my stomach further, but nothing seems appetizing. With a resigned sigh, I grab a plain piece of bread and nibble on it.

As I chew, my gaze wanders towards the car keys hanging on the wall. Holy shit, my heartbeat speeds up. This is too good of an opportunity to ignore.

Setting the half-eaten slice of bread on the kitchen counter, I grab the car keys and rush over to the entrance where Eric dropped my bag yesterday. There are no noises coming from the back of the cabin. This is my chance.

The cool morning air hits me as I step outside, and the silence is almost disconcerting. With a press of the key fob button, I unlock the car. The car emits a semi-loud beeping noise that raises my hackles. Careful not to disturb the quiet any further, I climb into the driver’s seat. Quickly, I press the start button next to the steering wheel. The engine purrs to life, and I put the gear into drive.

When I look up, Eric is standing in front of the car, his expression promising violence.

Chapter Eleven

Eric

When I woke up, Mia wasn’t in bed next to me. Now I know why.

I don’t move from my spot in front of the car. There is no doubt in my mind that she’ll hit the gas if I give her the opportunity to drive off without running me over. Actually, she might very well decide to hit the gas even with me standing here. Something tells me the woman has a vicious streak. Right now, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.

Lucky for me, she hesitates.

“Get out of the car,” I say loud enough she can hear me through the closed windows and over the low noise of the engine.

She doesn’t move. It’s as if she’s frozen in place. Like a deer. Ironic, since I’m the one in the headlights, but I’m not in the mood to laugh.

“Fine. Let’s do it the hard way, then.” I pull my gun from where I tucked it in the back of my belt. I’ve got no intention of shooting her, but her defeated expression tells me she isn’t going to risk it.

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