Page 372 of Filthy Elites

The sex is mean and animalistic, but god, is it hot.

He pounds into me relentlessly, making me cry out and then catching my cries in his mouth again and again. He bites my lips and squeezes my tits until it hurts. Finally, he comes inside me.

His fingers dig into my hips when he comes. He holds them tight, forcing his cock deep like he wants to leave his mark on the darkest, most unreachable parts of me.

Afterward, he collapses on top of me.

I’m sick, so I curl close and kiss him. I play with his hair and touch his beautiful face, and when he whispers how much he loves me, I commit the worst sin of all: I believe him.

FORTY-FOUR

Aubrey

It’s a long,exhausting day.

I have a shift at work, then a shower. Mom and I commiserate while I make dinner and she tries not to stare at my bruises.

If she thought about it, even for a few seconds, she might realize the hand that made them was too big to be Anae’s. She might even think about when she has seen me with Dare, and his propensity for touching my face.

She must not think about any of that because when he starts texting me, there’s not even a glimmer of doubt on her face.

He’s right.

She fucking loves him.

And I get it. Her first impression of him was heroic. He made sure it was. First impressions are hard to shake, and Dare knows what he’s doing.

I’m not as freshly traumatized tonight, so I put on one of the little pink nighties he bought me. I know Dare likes when I wear really girly sleepwear, and this one is comfy to boot.

I don’t bother putting on panties before I climb into bed. I’m actually so tired when I curl up, I think I might fall asleep, but when I try to, I’m wide awake.

Dare taps lightly on my window.

I didn’t leave it open tonight, so I push back the covers and go over to let him in.

His lips tug up at the sight of me in one of my cute nighties. He must take that as a sign I’m in a Dare-friendly mood tonight.

He’s still dressed for the day in jeans with a gray hoodie and a white T underneath. I watch him lock the window, then he turns back and looks down at me.

His gaze rakes over me. I can feel it glance across my mostly bare shoulders and collarbone, dip lower to graze my breasts.

He reaches for my waist and pulls me closer.

I lock my arms around his waist and look up at him.

He leans down and kisses me, a nice soft kiss. “You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he murmurs.

I smile, briefly laying my head against his firm chest and enjoying the safety of his arms encircling my waist. When I pull back, he catches my hand. I let it linger for a moment, but I’m tired. “Come to bed,” I say, our fingers touching for another second before I drop his hand and climb up on my mattress.

Since he’s staying the night, Dare strips down to his underwear before climbing under the covers with me.

“How was your day?” I ask once I’m snuggled up against him with his arms around my waist.

“It wasn’t great,” he says, stroking my hair.

A frown flickers across my brow and I glance back at him. “Why?”

His gaze is pensive like he’s still working out how to approach it. “We need to talk about some stuff.”

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