Page 60 of Did They Break You

I lick where I bit her and she shivers as I pick my head up, slowly slide my fingers out of her and bring them to my mouth, between us.

I suck her off of me, and while I miss the taste of iron from that first night, she still tastes so good.

I trail my wet fingers down her neck after I pull them from my mouth, and I kiss her again.

She lets me, her tongue lingering on my lip ring.

“You taste yourself?” I ask her as I pull back, resting my brow to hers.

She says, “Mmhmm,” and it sounds sheepish.

I circle my fingers around her throat, run my tongue over her lips. “You taste so fucking good when you come all over my fingers, Remi.” I increase the pressure on her throat, and she stills, her grip tight around my back again. “But make sure it’s just me.” I brush my nose against hers. “Don’t give anyone else this, okay?”

There’s a moment of silence, and I know I can’t hold her to it. I know when the sun comes up, she’s going to regret this, if she even remembers it.

She’s going to hate me all over again.

But it’s worth it in the moment, when she whispers, “Okay, Cortland.”

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to my chest as I situate us both at the head of the bed, tucking us inside the covers, her back to my chest as I hold her close. My cock is aching between us, and as her breaths turn steady, and she goes limp in my arms, I can’t help thrusting my hips against her back.

I can’t help reaching down and slipping my dick from my boxers, pumping myself and biting my lip as I come on the sheets between us.

I need to clean it up. I should do something about it. But I’m spent, and she’s here, and I don’t want to move.

Yeah.

In the morning, she’s going to fucking hate me.

CHAPTER

FIFTEEN

REMI

My head is pounding.

It’s the first thing I notice, but the second thing, the second thing is so much worse.

When I blink my eyes open, my brows furrowed and tongue dry in my mouth, I realize I’m looking at a sliver of light beaming through a dark curtain. That doesn’t belong to me.

I clamp my teeth together, unwilling to make a sound. Wherever I am, whoever I’m with,I shouldn’t be here.

My eyes drop down to the unfamiliar sheets, my own hand spread over the top one. I flex my fingers, watch them move, but I still keep expecting this to be a dream.

I feel heavy.

Heavy, and hot, the sheets sticking to my thighs.

And when I go to turn, so slowly, still holding my breath, I realize someone’s arms are draped around me.

Someone is breathing softly behind me.

There’s sweat on my back, damp and connecting me to whoever it is. Like something is joining us together.

A sick feeling rolls through my stomach.

I think I’m going to throw up, and in a moment of panic, I remember my stepdad, waiting for me the morning after everything.

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