Page 39 of Conflicted

Look at that. My little angel did curse.

“Actually, I’d rather fuck you.” I caught his lower lipbetween my teeth, biting until he whimpered. I released him, my chest swelling with how he chased after me. “I’m assuming that’s why you’re here, after all.”

“It’s not.” His hands rested on my chest, his forearms tensing as though he were about to push me away, but instead, his fingers clutched at the material. “You’re so…irritating.”

I smirked, dropping a kiss on his cheek. “Yep.”

“Argumentative.”

A kiss on the other cheek. “I’ve been told.”

Micah panted, his head tilted backwards, his hair illuminated by the setting sun. “Stubborn.”

The next kiss went to the hollow of his throat. “Absolutely.”

“I don’t want this,” he said, shoving his hands between us to unbutton his trousers. “I don’t.”

I would have believed that more if he hadn’t just taken his cock out before undoing my own trousers. “Uh-huh.”

He touched my cock before freezing. “What is that?”

I chuckled as his fingers traced each barbell down the underside of my cock. “My, my, your sexual encountershavebeen limited. It’s called a Jacob’s Ladder.”

Micah paused his exploration to give me a withering look. “Yes, thank you. I’m aware of what a Jacob’s Ladder is. I was just surprised. You didn’t have this in when…”

I wrapped my hand around his leaking cock, delighting in how he gasped. “When I fucked you? You can say the words or not, Micah. It doesn’t change the fact that it happened.”

He didn’t answer, his head dropping onto my shoulder as I stroked him. He wasn’t jerking me, just gently exploring me. I didn’t mind—just having his hands on me in any way was calming me.

“You going to let me fuck you again, little angel?” With the hand not on his cock, I touched the edge of his shirt. “Maybe we could get naked together this time?”

There was a pause, and suddenly Micah ripped himself away from me. He stopped several feet away, his chest heaving. His erection had wilted, all the blood drained from his face. Fuck. Was he scared?

I took an uncertain step towards him, but I must’ve been mistaken. That wasn’t fear, it was disgust, a fact cemented by his next words. “You can fuck me, demon, but let’s not pretend it’s anything more than that. We’ll never be naked together. We’ll never make love. This isn’t love, remember? It’s hate. You told me that.”

“Hate,” I echoed, rolling the word on my tongue and trying to make it fit. “That’s what you want? Hate sex?”

Micah blinked a few times before I saw him force the steel into his face. It hit me then, how often I’d seen him do that. Like he seemed to let down his guard around me before needing to remind himself of who he was. What his role was.

Was that something he did around others too? Or was it only me who got to see the true Micah?

I didn’t know whether I wanted that to be true or not.

“It’s all I can offer you,” he said finally. “I’m tired of denying the pull between us, Nox. I don’t want a relationship with you; it’s the last thing I want. I don’t want romance. I don’t want to care. I don’t want love. I just want to fuck away this feeling and carry on with our lives.”

“Fine.” I agreed with everything he was saying, so what was this fury building within me? “Hate sex it is.”

“Maybe if we meet up to fuck regularly, the bond will settle for that,” he said quietly, almost like he was trying to convince himself. “It’ll be enough. I’m sure of it.”

I closed the distance between us, leaning in as though I was about to kiss him. Despite his words, he tilted his head back earnestly, his lips parting in anticipation.

At the last second, I grabbed his arm and twisted him so he was facing away from me. I slammed him against me, his back colliding against my chest. “Hate sex, remember?”

Micah hissed, his cheeks flushed. “You’re a fucking arsehole.”

“And you’ve got a terrible potty mouth for an angel.” I grabbed the packet of lube from my back pocket. Fine, maybe a small part of me had expected it to end up like this. That didn’t mean anything. “Maybe I should fill it with something else so I don’t have to hear it.”

Micah groaned, his cock twitching. He liked that idea. “Next time. Right now, I need you to ruin me. Fuck me like you’re trying to break me.”

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