Page 95 of Choke

She’s boneless, breathless, against my chest. I drag my lips up her shoulder, pausing to kiss the red bite mark before continuing to her ear.

“Now he knows, they all know, who you belong to.”

My words have my dick shifting, still inside of her. I press a kiss to her jaw. She doesn’t move to get off me. Shifting my eyes up to meet Greg’s, I steel my expression and narrow my eyes.

“Do yourself a favor,” I smirk. “Don’t so much as fucking look at her again.”

The trance-like look on his face disappears, and he clears his throat. He looks around the room to see the crowd of people who have gathered.

“Get the fuck out of my house, Liberty. Take her with you.”

With a look of pure disgust, his attention shifts to her.

“Jesus Christ, Lex.”

With that, he turns and storms away. I chuckle.

He can play mad all he wants, but he was still hard. His exit brings Lex back to reality, and she tenses.

I’m still buried inside of her.

“Oh god. Oh my god.” She whispers.

Reaching up, I grab her jaw and pull her gaze to mine, locking our eyes.

“We’re going to leave. You’ll stand up, wait for me, and walk out of here holding my hand. You will not clean yourself up. You’ll let my cum run down your fucking thighs for everyone to see. Do you understand me?”

The heat of the moment is gone, and her eyes are once again a storm in the ocean. Dark, blue, destructive. She nods slightly, and I could let that be enough, but I can’t fight the urge to dominate her a little more.

“Say it.”

Her full lips part, and she replies, “I understand,” I’m starting to smirk when she continues, “And I fucking hate you.”

I kiss her lightly.

“That makes two of us.”

I release her and tuck my dick back into my pants as she rises. She tugs her dress back into place and nervously looks around before casting her eyes to the floor to wait for me. I take my time, loving this version of her, loving that, without question, my cum is leaking out of her. When I stand, she shifts, clasping her hands together and looking so submissive that I could take her here again, right now. Practicinga tremendous amount of self-control, I grab her hand and pull her toward the front door, living for the whispers I hear as we pass.

She’s silent as we walk, quiet when the front door closes behind us, silent when I open the truck door, and she climbs inside, and I catch a glimpse of the cum that’s dripped down her thighs. We’re silent the entire drive back to her place; it’s only when I shift into park and turn the truck off that she says anything.

“I need you to stay away from me.” Her voice cracks slightly, and my heart mirrors it, splintering at the sound. At the realization of what I’ve done.

I should apologize. Tell her I wasn’t thinking clearly when she antagonized me. She’s oxygen, and nothing matters as much as her. I’m searching for words I’ve never said to anyone before when she sniffles, and I see the first tear fall from her eye as she looks straight ahead.

I’m losing her.

How do you lose someone you never had?

She leans down, collects her purse and the shoes she kicked off, and opens the door.

“Lex,” my softer, pleading tone is back. “Please…”

She whirls to face me, her expression twisting with venom.

Hatred simmers in her stormy eyes, and the look stuns me to silence.

“Stay the fuck away from me, Adrian!” She screams, tears falling freely.

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