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She let out a choked sob as he planted himself deep. She couldn’t believe this was happening—that he was so far gone that he would take her in a public place. He was ruthless, shameless, completely out of control. As he began to move more forcefully, her knees sank into the soft earth.

“We’re supposed to be together. Everything in me says so. I know you feel it, too. I’d do anything for you, baby, anything.”

She shook her head.

He slowed his pace and pressed his cheek against her clammy one. “What, baby?”

“You wouldn’t do anything for me,” she said raggedly.

“Of course I would,” he whispered as he rocked his hips. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

“I want you to stop.”

He abruptly pushed on her shoulders, so her face was mashed in the grass and her butt was up in the air.

“You don’t want me to stop, and I’m going to prove it.”

Chapter 14

JESSE

Violet’supper body arched as she released a beautiful, muted scream before she went limp. As he lapped up what poured from her, she shuddered and tried to scoot away, but her body was weak and uncoordinated, and she was no match for him. Eventually, she gave up and let him have his way.

When he was content, he rested his cheek on her sticky inner thigh. He’d never been drunk or high, but he suspected it was similar to how he felt right now.

For a few hellish hours, he thought he may have lost her, but she was back where she belonged. He sated his demons and made sure he fed hers, too. He fucked her on her hands and knees before he went 69, straddling her face, forcing her to get him hard again while he made her come with his mouth. After that, he took her missionary with her ankles resting on his shoulders. That’s when she began babbling about sin, Amnon and Tamar, and some deal she’d made with God. He didn’t care about a fucked up, incestuous relationship that happened three thousand years ago or what she promised God. He had his own deal with God—her. He lost his father so that God could bring Violet into his life. She was his destiny, his salvation,his. She belonged to him and he to her. Why couldn’t she see that? Whatshe labeled as sin felt like a spiritual cleansing to him. She was home to him, and he wouldn’t let her destroy the ties he’d so carefully nurtured.

She climaxed when he did her missionary and then burst into tears. He’d never heard her cry like that before. She was distraught, inconsolable. Nothing he said would calm her, so he did the only thing he could think of—turn those pitiful cries into gasps of pleasure by burying his face in his favorite place. She fought him and called for help until she was hoarse, but God was on his side. No one interfered. He made her beg for release and wrung out two more orgasms from her before he was satisfied.

He kissed her mound before he got to his feet and sorted himself out. He absently brushed debris from his legs before pulling his jeans up. He was grateful he’d worn a black shirt instead of white. If not, it would have been covered in dirt and grass stains from all the rolling around on the ground they’d just done.

He surveyed Violet, who made a delectable picture. She was splayed on her back, blouse hiked up to expose her abdomen and bra, jeans caught on one ankle while her other leg was completely bare. Her pussy glistened from his ministrations, inner thighs red and swollen from the love bites he’d left behind. The urge to wring more affirmations from her was tempting, but they didn’t have time.

He retrieved her torn underwear and pocketed them before he crouched beside her. “Vi.”

Her only reaction to his voice was a tear that slipped from the corner of her closed eyelids.

“We have to go, baby,” he said before he gripped her limp hands and pulled her up.

He wasn’t surprised when she swayed on her feet. He’d been rough. Brutal, actually, but hearing her chalk up the best days ofhis life as “nice” and her dismissal of their relationship put him into a mindless state that didn’t leave room for tenderness.

He steadied her before he unfolded her crumpled blouse and brushed grass, dirt, and leaves from her before he fed her leg into her pants and pulled them up. Both of their jeans were suspiciously dirty, but thankfully his dark shirt and her colorful top hid the worst of the stains.

“Can you walk?” he asked.

When she didn’t acknowledge him, he inwardly shrugged and put her over his shoulder. She didn’t fight or utter a sound. They were a ways from the parking lot, but now that he’d had her, he felt like he could climb Mount Everest.

He was grateful he didn’t pass anyone on the path. He opened the SUV and settled her in the passenger seat. She finally opened her eyes, but didn’t look at him. She stared straight ahead, expression blank.

He climbed in to fasten her seatbelt. She didn’t react when he caressed her breasts or kissed her temple. She was acting like a lifeless doll. She was punishing herself for what they’d done, but he knew how to bring her back to life. When his mouth was between her legs, when he sucked on her nipples and played with her asshole, she went wild. Whatever was going on in her mind, he would overcome. He wouldn’t allow her to withdraw, not when she was finally his. He would do whatever was necessary to keep her.

He retrieved his phone from his backpack before getting into the driver’s seat. He wasn’t surprised to see thirty text messages and over a dozen calls from his teammates. He would deal with that later. The only missed call he cared about was Mom’s. He called her back as he turned the key in the ignition.

“Are you home?” Mom asked.

“No, we’re on our way. Violet wanted to take a walk at the park. We’re leaving now.”

He glanced at Violet as he reversed. She was doing a good job of imitating a mannequin.

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