Page 21 of Choices

CHAPTER 8

STAY

KITTY

I rouse with a start, sensing someone entering my room.

“Cutter?” He looks different in a hat and what looks like a hoodie, no leather in sight. A blond strand streaked in blood hangs loosely from the black fabric covering his head.

The rise of my breasts as I inhale captivates his attention. My eyes widen, matching his in intensity. “Is everything okay?” I ask, getting to my feet, acutely aware I’m only wearing panties and a bra that’s to protect my new piercings so I don’t catch them on the bedding.

Ripping his beanie off, he tosses it to my chair in the corner of the room. A patch of red coats his hair, turning my stomach. Maybe the cops did that.Are they gone?

He grips the hood of his sweatshirt at the back of his neck and pulls it over his head, dropping it to the floor, leaving his naked torso on display.

He inches closer, until our skin brushes, the intimacy new for us. Cutter likes to fuck me hard, punishing, and I crave that fromhim. But this tenderness is equally as electrifying, dousing me with a false sense of ownership.

His rough-tipped fingers grasp me under my chin, drawing my face to his. “Let me be with you one more time.” His voice is so haunted.

My aching heart flurries like the wings of a caged hummingbird. Warm tears blur my vision. I don’t want this to be the last time. There will never be an end for us. My heart belongs to him, whether he wants it or not.

He slides his hands beneath my arms and tosses me on the bed before prowling toward me. “I need you,” he whispers in a frantic tone I’ve never heard from him before. Shadows dance over his form. Slivers of silver light creep in through the cracks in my drapes. For months, I’ve gone to him in the night with an uncontrollable hunger we both find difficult to tame. He’s never come to me.

“Cutter…”

“Please, Kit.” My heart stutters, the walls coming down and there I go again, falling.

I’ve tried so fucking hard not to love him. For years and years. But I just fall over and over.

He leans forward and grips the hem of my panties, slipping them down my legs. Holding the fabric to his nose, he inhales, then exhales a ragged breath. “Do you know how fucking sexy you are—how hard you make me all the damn time?”

My stomach quivers, ravenous need taking hold at my core. “What’s that?” he breathes, noticing my tattoo. He brushes his fingers beneath it, and I gasp.

“My first tattoo.”

A look akin to awe washes over his features. “It suits you.” I don’t need his approval, but it brings a smile to my lips all the same.

He throws my panties aside, curls his arms around my thighs, and lowers his muscular body between my legs. His skillful tongue swipes through my folds, hot strokes teasing in slow, deliberate laps, exploring, until every part of me comes alive with pleasure. His hot mouth takes control, kissing, sucking, fucking me in ways that ignite all my senses.

My hands grip his hair as I lift my hips into him, begging for more, chasing the intensity, the high. A moan erupts from my lips, my body quaking and trembling beneath him for what feels like an eternity. Lifting his head, he grins up at me, my arousal painting a slick glaze over his lips.

Popping the buttons on his jeans, he shoves them down his legs and creeps over me, his cock settling between my thighs. His chest brushes against the smooth texture of my tits, teasing my nipples beneath the bra. I stay controlled, resisting the urge to grip his ass and force him inside me.

“You taste like heaven and bad decisions,” he confesses, crushing his lips to mine, forcing my flavor to burst over my tongue. The words swirl in my head until they evaporate, replaced with a haze of lust as he bites my bottom lip, sparking a sharp sting.

His gaze pierces me with a promise I never want him to break. “You’ll always be mine, Kit,” he says, stealing the air from my lungs. The warmth of his words floods through me, settling into every crevice inside me. He inhales me, as if I’m the oxygen that allows him existence. And then he’s inside me, moving with powerful thrusts. His brow puckers, watching me so intently, mapping my face like it’s the last time he’ll ever see it.

I feel him everywhere; flesh, lips, tongues, hands. We’re so deeply rooted in one another, it’s like our souls are intertwined, dancing in the chaos of our love. My breaths become heavy as light shudders take over. His thrusts grow harder and faster with an undeniable urgency. Each plunge feels like tearing my heartout and piecing it back together. Tears run down my cheeks, conflicting between pleasure, happiness, and sorrow. We both yearn for release yet linger in this moment, holding on, until it becomes too much. A wave erupts within me, pulling me under to depths undiscovered.

I’ll never feel this way with anyone but him.

He grasps my cheeks as he floods me with his hot seed, his mouth slightly parted, eyes burning blue like the hottest part of a flame. “I’m no good for you.” Closing his eyes, he slips out of me, a heavy sigh blowing from his lips as he collapses on the mattress beside me.

“Stay with me a little longer,” I beg. A quiver of helplessness runs through me when he remains silent, thoughts warring in his eyes. “Can you just hold me? Give us this?”

Why can’t he wrap me in his arms and claim me, bring us out of the dark and let the consequences be what they are? Whatever happens, he’ll still have me.

I’ve been stupid enough to think it would be enough if I surrounded him with my love. But when he gets to his feet and drags his clothes on, I know I’m a fool.

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