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His jaw ticked, and he wrapped his arm behind me, pulling me close. I held on to his back, wishing so badly to be dragging my nails against his skin instead of the fabric of his shirt.

I brought my lips to his neck and kissed his tattooed flesh, screams ripping from my throat as he ruthlessly fucked me.

Chapter Fifty-Two

SILAS

Her tongue on my neck was enough for me to spill into her easily, but I wanted to enjoy this for as long as I could. I knew that the moment this was over, reality would hit me like never before.

I was cheating on my wife.

I held Lena close as I buried myself inside her, over and over and over again. Her pussy clenched around me, so tight, warm, and wet. I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want my reality to be what it was. Her…it was always supposed to beher.

I couldn’t stop my anger from growing. I knew I had no right. I knew it wasn’t her fault. But she left me, lied to me, and I was in this fucked up situation because of it.

I pulled back again, breathing heavily as I stared into those big, green eyes.

I hate you,she had told me.

Did she truly? Did she resent my moving on to the point of hatred?

Did I hate her?

She grabbed the back of my neck and forcefully pulled my lips to hers, and I decided to hell with the difficult thoughts; I was going to enjoy fucking her, consequences be damned.

Lena’s desperate moans were always the most beautiful sound. And the way she looked at me…despite our hurt, our resentments, there was longing there. The feel of each other's body was our lifeline. Every touch was an indulgence. The euphoria that even a brush of her fingers provided was far stronger than what any drug or drink could offer me. Except with her, the high of each relapse was just as satisfying as the first.

I couldn’t get enough of her. I wasn’t ready for the come down…for the withdrawal.

As if sensing my dread, Lena’s hand slid to my cheek, her lips parted as she breathed heavily.

I was not a good man. I wasn’t deserving of her comfort. My mind kept repeating the same mantra.

Hurt her. Make her hate you.

I was being selfish, enjoying her body like this. Though I supposed Iwashurting her, giving her a taste of what we both could not have.

I flipped her onto her stomach, then grasped her hips, pulling her ass to my pelvis and thrusting my dick into her tight heat. I gripped her neck and forced her upward, her back pressed against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder.

“I’m happy you hate me, Flower,” I murmured in her ear. “And I’m fucking glad I ruined every man for you. Now you have a taste of what I’ve felt every day for the last five years.”

I slid my thumb into my mouth before cupping her breast from behind. I grinned as I watched her shudder, my wet finger circling her pink nipple. A second orgasm rippled through her, a throaty groan tearing from her lungs.

I placed her on her back again, wishing to see her beautiful face as I finished.

I kissed her again, slowly, with intention, knowing once this was finished, nothing would be the same. “I want you to come one more time, Flower.”

She nodded breathlessly, kissing me again.

There were no words spoken as we finished, as I gazed into those beautiful meadow eyes, as I angled myself to hit that spot that would make her come harder than she ever had.

Her body was made for mine. Despite our time apart, I knew it better than anyone could. Better than Roland. Better than Torrin.

Lena’s eyes rolled back as she screamed, her inner walls contracting around my length, squeezing me tightly. I wanted to come inside her, but I instead pulled out, slapping my cock against her swollen clit as she squirted a second time, wailing in ecstasy. The sight of her, the most beautiful woman in the world, writhing beneath me was all I needed to find my own release. My cock throbbed, and I groaned, borderline fucking whimpered, as I had the most intense orgasm of my life, spilling myself all over her belly and breasts.

I took a few shaky breaths, clarity finally washing over me, and I lifted my stare to Lena’s.

Her chest was rising and falling, her panicked eyes searching my own.

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