Page 9 of Connected

“Not without a condom,” I grind out.

“Pilar— ”

“You weren’t there,” I interject.

Those three words are all I need to say before he reluctantly reaches into the nightstand and produces a condom. I turn my head at the sound of the foil crinkling and again, tears fill my eyes.

“You trying to punish me, love,” he questions as he hooks his hands under my thighs and bends my knees. Giving me his weight, I turn to meet his gaze and note how dark his eyes appear.

“Punish you . . . ” I repeat, narrowing my eyes in confusion.

“I’ll let you,” he continues. “You can revenge fuck me all you want, sweetheart, but it won’t change anything between us.”

“This isn’t a revenge fuck. It’s goodbye.”

I wait a beat for his words but all he gives me is his cock, roughly pushing his entire length in one thrust. A gasp expels from my lips as I hug my legs to my chest as my pussy stretches to accommodate him.

Leaning forward, he takes my head in his hands, the lower half of his body remaining perfectly still.

“Never that,” he growls.

Desperate for him to move inside me, I arch my back, pushing my pelvic bone against his.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Please, what?”

Let me go.

“Fuck me,” I whisper.

And that he does.

He fucks my body.

My mind.

And lastly, he fucks my heart.

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