Page 80 of Ink Deep Devotion

She nods, exposing her neck to me to kiss. Surrendering to the madness that was our love.

“Can you handle my hate because that’s how I love, Mila?”

“I’ve always been able to handle you, Dash King; it’syouwho has struggled to handle me.” She replies as she pushes her ass out against my hips.

I shake visibly. How the tables have turned. Even though I was pinning her down, her words have trapped me.

“Show me your hate, and I’ll give you my love, Dash. I’ll take it all from you and make it mine.”

“Stop speaking, or I’ll fill your mouth with something else.” I press my lips to her neck, licking the length of it.

My right hand slides down her body over her smooth skin until it makes contact with her scar. Her abs clench under my touch.“Take it away, Dash. Take those memories and make new ones with me.”

I slide my hand further, feeling the start of her heated entrance.“This is what you want, isn’t it? To tempt me till I break. Broken things are covered in sharp edges, Mila; no part of you will remain unscathed.”

She thrusts her hips into the palm of my hand, grinding her core against my inner palm.“We were always broken, Dash. I want to fix us.”

I slide my fingers up and down her entrance, feeling the heat and wetness coat my knuckles. Her trembles pull a grin to my lips.“Were you this wet when he fucked you?” I hope that mentioning Dom will repulse me and make me step away. But then she speaks, and that hope is lost in a wildfire.

“I know what you’re doing.” She jerks one of her hands free and slides it down over mine, taking control of it as she guides one of my fingers inside of her.There’s my little fox, clawing and fighting just like I remember.

“I need you to fuck me,” her mouth parts open in glee,“so hard I never think of him. Never think of the pain. I want to forget, Dash. Take my pain. Please,”

Did he hurt her when they fucked?

I never asked; I assumed she enjoyed it.

But what if it wasn’t always wanted? What if their relationship wasn’t how I perceived it? Did he force her?

“Did he…” I swallow. I’ll find his bones, every single insignificant one, and crush them, making it not even dust to rest on the soil of this earth.

“I gave him what I thought would help me move on. I hated every minute of it. I faked it. I never could be fake with you, Dash. You always saw inside of me.”

She tries to turn to face me, but I meet her lips with mine instead, not allowing her to see me entirely. We kiss and kiss as my fingers swirl around her sensitive peak; I bring her to the height of her pleasure, then slow it down. High and low. Pleasure and pain, moans of passion, then cries of a beggar.

Madness.

Power.

Insanity.

My toes curl as I sink my teeth into her neck, kissing and sucking. I lick along the curve right as I push my finger knuckle deep. She’s still so tight.

Mine.

She was always mine, and I need to fill her with my seed again so everyone knows.

I milk her with my fingers until she is a quivering mess, dripping down her clenched thighs. I want to lay her out on a canvas and paint her with this. Cover her in the depravity that is our passion.

“Brace the wall and stick your hips out more.” I force my lungs to breathe to try to regain some control, so I don’t hurt her.

She does as I order.

I don’t need a condom. She’s on the pill.

Did she let him fuck her bare?

As if the tempest can read my thoughts, she whispers,“Only you, Dash. Only you have had me like this. Only you have seen the real me. Had all of me.”

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