Page 96 of Bleed for Me

“Eyes on me,” He growled, not bothering to slow his pacing.

My heart galloped within my chest, and I pried my eyes open, only to be met with his blazing blue ones. A sheen was forming on his skin, making him glisten under the bright lights.

Everything about this moment was rough, carnal, and desperate. Jordan was someone I never would have considered giving myself to before, regardless of his looks. There was more to him. I knew there was. Nobody was just evil for the sake of being evil, right? His gaze softened as he lost himself to the pleasure of my body, and it was almost enough to have me coming undone. In this moment, he looked more human than I think I’d ever seen him.

My eyes dropped to his parted lips. I wanted to reach out and brush my fingers along them; I wanted to kiss him, to know what his tongue felt like against mine, but the new position we were in created too much distance between us, making it impossible. His breathing grew louder as his arms strained around me. There was a crease between his brows, followed by a sexy groan. He slowed his movements, opting for shallow thrusts instead. His shoulders rose and fell in rapid succession, but he didn’t cum. Not yet at least.

“What’s wrong?” I asked through heavy breaths.

Jordan shook his head, and panic shot through my veins at the thoughts that had started to form. Could he not get off? Was this not good enough for him? Did he not like me?

“We can stop if you want,” I assured him. My chest tightened as soon as the words fled my mouth, but what good was sex if only one person was enjoying it?

He shot me an incredulous look. “What?” he snapped.

I glanced down to where our bodies connected before meeting his eyes again, unwilling to say the words aloud.

It took him a few moments, but then he huffed a laugh and shook his head again. “I didn’t slow down because I was struggling to get off.” He snorted in amusement, like the mere thought was hilarious. “I slowed down so Iwouldn’tget off.”

My eyebrows dipped in confusion. “Oh,” I replied, not sure what else to say. It took a few moments longer for me to wrapmy head around. That meant he wanted it to last longer. Hope swelled within my chest, but I quickly shut it down.

Jordan released my leg, allowing me to extend it again before he lowered his body on mine again, pressing his warm chest against my breasts. The feel of his skin against me felt better than it should have. He eased back slightly before driving into me in one brutal thrust, forcing a gasp from lungs. He was fast, coordinated, skillful, and exact—hitting the one spot that would have me coming undone soon. Heat pooled within my stomach and my words were unintelligible curses, cries, and needy little moans. I turned my head, feeling his breath feather against my lips. It was so warm and smelled of mint, which was surprising since I’d woken him from what appeared to be a deep slumber.

“Don’t,” he choked out, before I could even think about kissing him.

“What?” I hadn’t even made a move, done anything, or said anything, and he was already telling me“Don’t”.

“I know that look,” he panted, thrusting hard inside of me, causing my back to bow at a weird angle. A whimper escaped my defenses as pleasure swarmed every crevice of my body. “I’m not Archer. If you want to kiss someone, let it be him.”

My stomach twisted at his words. It was my own fault, really. I’d gotten way too caught up in whatever this was. Clearly, it didn’t mean anything to him. It certainly didn’t mean anything to me. Right?

“Maybe I was just admiring your face,” I lied, hoping he wouldn’t see through my bullshit. It was humiliating enough that I’d been rejected before even having made a move.

He snorted in response and rolled his eyes, beads of sweat dotting his hairline. His amusement swiftly turned to pleasure, his lips parting in satisfaction as he pumped in and out of me rapidly. “Fucking shit.” He groaned, his eyes fluttering.

Seeing him come undone for me was the hottest thing in the world. Just like watching it happen with Seven and Archer. My pussy clamped down around him as my body began to convulse, unable to hold on as ripples of pleasure shot through my core and exploded, forcing me to shatter around him. I cried out, my body trembling uncontrollably.

Jordan thrusted into me a few more times before he quickly pulled out, pumping himself up and down a few times. My body was still riddled with tremors as my heart worked to steady itself. Within seconds, he was coating my pussy with his warm release.

He fell on the mattress beside me, staring up at the ceiling. His chest moved up and down quickly, accompanied by fast breathing.

Neither one of us bothered to say anything. Why would we? Jordan made it abundantly clear that this was nothing more than a booty call. Even if somewhere deep down, I hoped it could have been more. That was just the hopeless romantic within me, and someone needed to put that bitch down before she made me do anything else remotely stupid.

“I should probably go,” I muttered, pushing myself into a sitting position.

Jordan shoved a hand through his hair, pushing it back. “You don’t have to.” He reached out, wrapping his fingers around one of my wrists before tugging. Reluctantly, I allowed him to pull me back down, confusion swirling through my skull. “I find that the voices aren’t as loud when I’m in bed with someone,” he admitted. “It makes it easier to sleep.”

Right. This was all about the voices.

“Okay,” I relented. “I’ll stay.”

TWENTY-SIX

JORDAN

Iawoke the next morning to the sound of frantic voices, followed by cursing. After fucking Rosalie, I’d given her something to clean up with and then cleaned myself off before passing out beside her. I hadn’t intended on fucking her but feeling her pressed up against me made it a no-brainer. It didn’t matter, anyway. She was just another cunt to sink into—sloppy seconds or not.

Prying my eyes open, I glanced to my left, assessing the source of all the noise.

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