Page 72 of Diem

“Yes,” I whisper, eyeing him cautiously. This was the worst move possible but right now I need him to leave while I process the shit ton of bricks dropped on my head.

I’m not proud of what I said but I’ll use it if it means he gets the fuck out. Now.

“You’re a real piece of work. You know that?” he seethes, and I raise my chin.

My lips tremble and I bite the bottom one to keep it from full on wobbling, but I can feel the tears building in my eyes.

Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I say, “What? Listen to what you’re saying. Those are just girls. Young girls.”

Huffing, he spins away and runs his hands through his dark hair. “That’s a sick fucking thing to say.”

“I know,” I say, my chest burning.

“You’re unbelievable.”

A laugh hiccups from my mouth and I wipe my lips. “Get out. We wouldn’t want you to be subjected to my, what was it, greedy eyes?”

He shakes his head, his hands clenched and stifling another sob, I turn away, folding into myself. I’m scared. I’m fucking scared and I could’ve used a friend but no…

“Mae?” he says, and I step away but he’s not having it and pulls me around. “What? What is it?”

“Nothing,” I sob and his brows furrow before he tips back my chin.

“Stop,” I gasp, and he merely chuckles, the dark sound sending a shiver down my spine.

“You’re like a fucking light switch.”

“Huh?”

“I can’t fucking see without it but whenever I turn you on, all I get is a blinding fucking headache.”

“Really?” I scream, slapping his face.

His nostrils flare and he grabs me up, staring into my eyes. Although I’m angry and hurt and scared it all goes by the wayside when I blurt, “Why do you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you,” he rasps, and I shake my head until he grabs my hair and says, “Look at me.”

Raising my eyes, I shudder when he says, “I don’t fucking hate you even if I should.”

“Wh—“

His eyes flame and I squeak when he pulls me up in his arms and drops me on the bed, before pulling his shirt over his head slowly.

Captivated, I trace his muscles as they ripple,my skin buzzing with need.

He’s beautiful and strong, his power and violence leashed but tangible. Breathlessly, I drop my eyes to his erection when he drops his pants and grabs it roughly, smiling when I lick my lips, and he groans.

“You’re so hot sweetheart. I crave your sweet pussy all the fucking time.”

My chest pinches, but the feeling is fleeting as I arch into the air, after he swipes his finger over the tip of his dick and runs it over my lips.

Ravenously I suck his finger down, pulsing when he grunts and pulls my pants to my knees. I spread my legs wide, but he turns me to my stomach and surges into me instead.

With a cry, I buck into him, and he grunts between his teeth, “Always so tight and wet.”

“Unh,” I moan when he pulls me close and grinds against me, his dick tucked so deep I swear I can feel it in my stomach. “Yes, Diem.”

“You like that sweet? My big fat dick in your wet hole?”

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