Page 89 of Choke

Liar.

I drop my phone, which clatters on the floor beside us. I push into her more, my grip on her neck forcing her to look at me. I observe the array of emotions crossing her face—anger, fear, desire, rage, and defiance.

What are you doing, man?

“Let. Me. Go.” She demands.

“Go where Lex?” I press into her harder. “Back to Greg?”

Her eyes shift, burning with intensity. She stays silent for several beats as if weighing her next move, and then the corner of her lip curls into a sneer as she presses herself against me.

“Yeah, maybe. Maybe I will go back to Greg.”

My mind is a hurricane. My heart thunders against my ribs; pain erupts, and without thinking, I reach for the spot, rubbing against the sting. Her eyes shift from mine to my hand as it moves up and down above my heart. She pushes forward a little more.

“Maybe I’ll let Greg show me how a real man treats—”

I slam my fist into the wall next to her head, making her jump.

“Shut the fuck up, Lex.” The words should crush her, silence her, but they don’t land like they should. Instead, they crack something open inside of me.

Please.

I shouldn’t be doing this. I should walk away and leave her with Greg if that’s what she really wants. But I can’t.

I never could.

Silence stretches between us, yet I hear a deafening roar in my head. A thousand possibilities claw at me, demanding action. I haven’t felt this out of control since the night my dad died. Her lips are tight, forming a straight line. The spiteful look in her eyes threatens to eviscerate me. I push away from the wall, creating distance between us. I open and close my hands while shaking my head, pacing back and forth. I’m on the other side of the room when I finally turn back to her. She hasn’t moved; her back remains flush against the wall. Now, however, she’s breathing hard, and her lips have parted—fuck.Her pretty pink tongue flicks out, tracing her upper lip, and my cock throbs against my pants. Neither of us speaks, but the sound of her breathing and my heart pounding echoes like thunder.

I close the distance in three decisive steps, capturing her with my mouth, staking a claim that I thought I already had. I groan into her mouth as our teeth clash. She shoves me back and slaps me hard across the face. I grip her wrist, but even as the sting radiates through my cheek, she leans in and crashes into me again. The tenderness that was present the other night has vanished; all that remains is rage and hatred. I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. My hand tangles in her long dark hair, pulling her in, trying to consume her. Spinning around, I let us both tumble, landing hard on the couch. Everything feels too fast and rough.

Slow down.

You can’t undo this.

That fucking voice in the back of my head screams, but I push it down, as far down as I can, and reach for her shirt, ripping it off. She gasps at the sound of ripping cotton, and her skin is flushed and burning beneath me. I move to her pants, and she bucks wildly, scratching at my shoulders. I yank hard, dragging the denim down her legs in one brutal motion, and she momentarily stills. Her thighs tighten around me. I grasp her hands, pushing them above her head and grinding into her. I know this is too rough, but I. Don’t. Fucking. Care. Her breathing is ragged as I reach down, shoving her pantiesaside and slipping two fingers into her, finding her soaking fucking wet. She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth as I lean in close.

“You’re such a fucking slut for this, aren’t you?” I growl out.

She glares, unwilling to confirm what her body screams. She writhes against my fingers. I fumble for my belt, freeing my cock and stroking it for a moment. It’s never been this hard. There’s no warm-up, no prep, and I slam it into her in one brutal thrust. A strangled scream fills the air as her back comes up off the couch. There’s a brief moment of stillness, feeling how deep inside of her I am. Our stares are locked; she doesn’t so much as fucking blink. It takes her pushing herself against me to break the spell, and I slowly withdraw before setting an unrelenting, punishing rhythm.

I bite her lip hard enough to taste blood.

She curses me and moans that she hates me.

At this moment, I hate me too.

Her pussy strangles my cock, a ruthless, pulsing grip as she comes, screaming out. She pulls me under, fuck, it feels like my heart is being ripped apart. She’s still staring into my eyes as if she can see my damn soul when I feel my orgasm crest. With a snarled curse, I slam into her one last time, spilling deep inside her. We’re both breathing heavily. She pulses around me, and I really want to kiss her when she squirms out from beneath me. She stares down at me, her chest rises and falls, and I spot my cum dripping down her thighs. My body instinctively softens, and there’s nothing I want more than to pull her into me and hold her.

Without warning, she spins and storms to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

The voice inside my head is silent.

I roll my jaw, the sting of her slap still there. Shifting my eyes to my dick, it’s still hard and twitching—I can’t get enough of her. I tuck it away and stand to zip my jeans. The bathroom door stays closed, and that rage starts to return.

All a fucking game.

I approach the bathroom and yank on the handle. It doesn’t budge. I let my forehead fall against it. My breathing is still uneven, and my mind is spinning.

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