Page 48 of It Should Have Been Me

“I begged you to come home.”

And those few words open the floodgates. Indignation starts gushing in. A deluge of anger hits with torrential force. Resentment washes over us like a tidal wave, and we’re left drowning, suffocating in our own pain.

“We were magic, Cat, and you didn’t want to fight for us.”

“Youbroke up withme!” She’s yelling now, riled up and livid, hurt blazing in her brown eyes. “You know, you’re supposed to be the smart one. I tried calling you a million times. I made it very clear that I didn’t want us to end. Youknowthat because you read all my messages and ignored every one of them. And now you wanna play the part of the broken-hearted lover when all of this was your fucking choice! This is whatyouwanted.” She tries to yank her hands free again, becoming more frustrated when I still refuse to let go.

“How did you expect it to work?”

She chews the inside of her lip, a sign that she doesn’t want to cry in front of me. “It doesn’t matter. I found someone I can make it work with, and I love him because he’snothinglike—”

I slam my lips on hers, shutting her up, because I can’t take hearing one more word about him. The thought of him touching her, his hands on her body – it’s going to make me lose my fucking mind. My tongue plunges into her mouth. She kisses me back with the same ardent intensity, offering no resistance...because she can’t resist me. This body is mine and will always come back to me.

I shift my hips, pushing deeper into her wet heat, and she moans into my mouth. With a soft whimper, she breaks the kiss when I shove my hips closer to hers. I’m not a gentle guy, and I’m well aware of what I did to her just mere hours ago. I don’t need more proof than the bruises on her hips, the deep purple love bites on her thighs to know that last night has left her sore and tender. Call me a caveman, but she needed a reminder of who this body belonged to. Her eyebrows pinch together as she tries to breathe through the discomfort.

I press in further and her thighs clamp around my waist to halt my entry. “No, no, baby.” I grasp her thigh, forcing her legs apart again. “You’ll take every inch of me.”

Using my thumb, I spread her lips a little more to accommodate my girth. Not that I need much help. Her pussy is drenched, so ready for me. I drive my pelvis forward until I’m buried to the hilt. I feel the tension between my shoulder blades. My whole body stiffens, and ragged exhales stumble out of me. I love the feeling of being inside her. She’s so deliciously tight, gripping my cock like she wants to keep me there forever.

I take a second to steady myself before my hips shift again. Careful not to lose control, my movements are languid and purposeful. Drawing out slow and slamming in hard. I kiss her the same way. I want her to feel the scalding heat of me burning the memory of my kiss onto her lips. I want her to feel the searing sting of me claiming her with every thrust.

“You feel me, Cat?” I lift her leg higher up my waist, hitting that spot that makes her moan like crazy. She tries to keep her expression neutral, but the ecstasy she feels is on full display, in every needy sound that bursts out of her, in the way her body writhes beneath me. My breaths are heavy too, lumbered with lust and the growing friction between us. “You feel what I’m doing? This is me ruining you for every other guy. Even when you leave again, this moment will still play on your mind. Every time you screw him, you’ll be wishing it was me. And later, when you call him, you can lie about who you were with last night, even though you’ll still be feeling me righthere.” I hit against her hard enough for her to flinch. “And then you can tell him just how much youlovehim...with my cum still inside you.”

“Fuck you!”

“Yeah, fuck me!” I rasp, each word coated with acerbic venom. “Fuck me and everything I gave up just to be with you. Fuck me and my ring that ended up as a fashion accessory you wear on the wrong finger. Fuck me and all my feelings that have nowhere to go because you’re not here.”

Rage, blind rage spreads through me, spilling like acid into my veins. I feel it blistering beneath my skin. This shit is tearing me up inside. I thrust harder, deeper, my teeth sinking into her lip, nails biting into her thigh. She shattered me, and I want her to feel the sharp, jagged shards of the wreckage she left behind. My movements become faster, more urgent, my hand tightening around her wrists. Eyes locked on mine; she stares at me wordlessly. She takes all the wrath I’m unleashing, every vitriolic word, her only response being the aching whimpers that leave those perfect lips.

“Fuck me and everything you threw away just to end up right back in my bed because you still can’t get enough of me.” I release her hands and flip over, bringing her with me so she’s straddled on top of me. “Now, fuck me...because this is the only dick you’ve wanted for five years.”

For a good minute, she does nothing but stare at me, her eyes searching mine like she’s trying to locate the source of all my animosity, yet the same animosity is reflected in her eyes, too. I’m so tense, my hand trembles when she lifts it to her face. A soft kiss is placed on my palm and her gentleness is a soothing contrast to the cataclysmic storm raging within me.

“You’re so arrogant,” she whispers. Her tongue circles my forefinger before she pulls it into her mouth. She knows exactly what that does to me and a satisfied smirk curves on her lips when she feels my cock twitch. “Let’s get one thing straight, asshole.” She drags my wet finger to her nipple, pressing her hand against mine until I cup her breast. “This ring never would have changed fingers if you hadn’t ended it. You were my forever, my whole world, andyouthrew it all away. I called you...For three straight months, I called you every day, multiple times a day...and you didn’t answer.”

“No available flights, Cat?”

She scoffs, not even bothering to justify her actions. I don’t want to hear it, anyway. It’s just going to be another pitiful excuse about a project she had to do. But what happened after that one? Or the one after that? Or the one after that?

“Let’s not bicker about things we can’t change. We’re over now.” Slowly, she removes my shirt, her dark hair cascading over her bare shoulders. “If you want me so badly, you can have me...any way you want.” Her hips begin to move, rocking against me with enough force to stifle my breath. “It was so easy for you to get me here, right? Naked on top of you? So, take me.” Lowering herself, her supple breasts are pressed to my chest. Her tongue lightly traces my lower lip as her hips gyrate in slow, seductive circles. I’m spellbound, utterly at her mercy. “Take everything you want from me, enough to keep you obsessing about me for the next five years. Take me knowing that all you’ll ever know after me is emotionally unavailable sex. Take it all...because when this is over, I want you to stay the hell away from me.”

“Aw, baby.” I grin, sliding my hands up her back and weaving one into her hair. “I’m not the problem here. I dare you to stay away fromme.”

“Shut up. I’m done talking.”

Her lips touch mine, and I fall mindlessly into it, kissing her deeply, fervently. The hand in her hair tightens to keep her in place as my mouth devours hers. Games are forgotten. One-upping each other is forgotten. All our hurt and anger and resentment meld together, creating a desperate yearning, drawing us into each other until we’re a sensual entanglement, a cocoon of legs and arms.

She rides me. Breasts glide against my chest. Teeth graze across her shoulder. Nails scrape down my abs.

She rides me. Soft sighs tickle my neck. Unsteady breaths fill the space between us. Heated skin dampens with sweat.

She rides me. Pressure mounts. Exigency builds. Tension escalates.

“Cat...” I murmur, utterly overwhelmed with every sensation pulsating through me. I want more, but it’s already too much.

“Take what you want from me, Scott.”

Whispers are urgent. Mouths are insatiable. Bodies are unraveling. She rides me. I grip her waist, dragging her up and down the length of me. Her movements are slow, so torturously slow, because she wants me to remember every second of how she took me to this peak...and then how she toppled me over.

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