Page 43 of Corrupt Idol

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She woke on a moan.Her eyes opened. She was on her side facing the window. She knew where she was, with who, and that her body was on fire. There was an arm banded around her chest, keeping her in place as Jesse rocked in and out of her.

She had always been a sucker for this position with past lovers. Intimate, but since she was facing away, she didn’t have to maintain eye contact. If the guy knew what he was doing, it was a great position to hit her G spot. Her cheek was flush to the mattress, one hand twisted in the sheets as her body moved with his. His gentle thrusts were driving her crazy. A distant part of her mind screeched,What the hell are you doing? Run! Fight!Instead, she lay there, boneless, wanton, swimming in sleep and sex.

“You with me?” he murmured in her hair.

She shut her eyes against the sunlight seeping through the curtains. Another day, another fuck. When he dropped her in bed last night, she knew this was how she would wake up. He never failed to take advantage. Her body felt as if it had been doused in peppermint. She was tingling all over as he kept her right on the edge. She was too far gone to put up a fight. His hand brushed over her breasts before it came to the base of her throat.

“Violet.”

She clenched her teeth. Why did he have to talk? He never used to. Why didn’t he just fuck her and get it over with?

“Violet.”

“What?”

He tipped her on her back while he stayed on his side fucking her and draped her thighs over his. His hair was tousled, eyes bloodshot, and he was in desperate need of a shave. His thumb brushed over the apple of her cheek. She didn’t want to see him as he fucked her. While he was behind her, she could suspend reality, but this… She turned her face away.

“Look at me.”

“No.”

He gripped her jaw, forcing her face him. “I told you how I feel about that word.”

She lashed out, but he was ready. He grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the mattress.

“Let me in, Vi,” he growled against her sweaty temple.

“Never!”

He planted himself so deep, she grunted.

“You want me to force you so you can hate me, but deep down you know this is where you want to be.”

“You’re wrong!”

“Am I? Then why are you soaking wet? If you hate this, why are you squeezing me so goddamn tight?”

“Finish it,” she said through clenched teeth.

“I’m not in a hurry,” he said lazily as he changed his rhythm, making her body arch. “I want this to last.”

“I don’t.”

“You don’t always get what you want out of life,” he chided as he kissed the side of her face. “Let me make you feel good.”

His hand coasted down her body and slid between her legs. Her eyes flew open as he rubbed her clit. Her eyes collided with his. He was watching every fleeting expression that crossed her face. He was analyzing and cataloguing so he would have more ammunition against her. She bared her teeth and clawed his arm, but he didn’t budge.

“Stop playing with me.” He made her into his plaything and she resented it with every fiber of her being. “I’m a person, not a fuck doll.”

He frowned. “I don’t think of you like that.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re lying to yourself. Your mouth spits lies, but your body speaks the truth. Forget everything and just feel, Violet.”

When he applied pressure to the right spot, she tossed her head back and forth. His thrusts became more forceful. Her head spun as he kissed her, applying layer after layer of sensation until she forgot to hate him.

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