Page 73 of Resist

I’ve never wanted another person so badly, like I might die if he doesn’t fuck me.

He knees my legs wider apart, and I feel him pressing against me. Anticipation has me smashing my face into the wall. “Am I still being punished? Maybe I shouldn’t fuck you?—”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I snap. “You better get inside me right fucking—” I moan as he buries himself inside me with one smooth thrust, stretching me to the point of pain, yet I love it.He holds me and places kisses along my shoulders and neck as I whine.

He begins to move, his teeth digging into the back of my neck as he pulls out and thrusts in. My hard cock is trapped between me and the wall, the pressure making me gasp as pleasure spirals through me. His bite deepens for a moment before he kisses it better.

He speeds up, but the closet next to us gets in the way. Snarling, he grabs me and throws me into the door, and then he’s on me again. He slams into me, and I stand on my tiptoes from the force. My fingers scrabble at the uneven surface, holding on as he fucks me hard and fast.

I bang into the door, my cry loud and unchecked. Dash and Strike are used to it by now, but my face still reddens in embarrassment at how little control I have around him. I used to struggle to come without imagining his face, and I never made a sound, but now I’m like a fucking porn star, crying out as I push back, demanding more.

His hands slap into the wood above mine before they slide down and he interlaces his fingers with mine. “I love how you still blush for me, even when I’m balls deep in your ass. You act like you haven’t crawled and begged for my cock before.”

“Fox,” I whisper shyly, and he chuckles. It was one time—okay, two, but fuck.

“I love it,” he croons. “I love how you look amazed each time, as if you can’t believe how much you love it. It drives me wild, and those little moans you make?” The door rattles from the force of his next thrust as he proves just how much he loves it. “Fucking bliss.”

“Please,” I beg as my pleasure grows. He tilts my hips back and hits that spot inside me that has me seeing stars.

“Come for me, baby,” he orders. “Let me feel it.” I come, yelling into the wood, and he follows me with a grunt, filling myass with his cum before slipping out of me. Our hands are still together as we lean into the door, panting and shaking.

“You don’t get to leave us,” I remind him.

“Never,” he says, kissing my sweaty neck. “But feel free to punish me anytime.”

Sitting opposite the same men from yesterday, I feel more confident now that Dash and Strike are with us—a united front. Fox and I spent the rest of the night in bed, pushing each other to the brink before we had to get ready and come to this meeting. My ass is sore, and I’m exhausted, but I don’t care as I look at Fox. He understands that he belongs with us now, no matter what.

“As we discussed last night, Fox, here is the NDA for you to sign,” Mr. Atlas says. Po looks sad, glancing between us, and I gaze up at Fox, waiting.

“I have changed my mind.” Fox glances at us and then sits taller. “I’ll be staying in the band. We are happy to keep the suspension, pending your decision, but I’m not going anywhere.”

“Last night—” Mr. Atlas starts.

“Was a mistake. I wanted to protect my bandmates, but after speaking to them, I realized it would only hurt them. We started Sanctuary together, and if it were to end, then it would end with all of us. I’m sorry to have bothered you.”

“We understand your stance on this, but we request to remain together. We will await your decision on the suspension.” Dash stands and nods his head. “Let’s go home.”

Blinking at his sudden stubborn streak, I stand as Fox takes my hand, and we head out. Downstairs, however, Po catches us.

“I knew you’d make the right decision.” He grins at Fox and then us. “I managed to convince them to let you carry out your prior engagements, so the ads and your charity concert.” He moves closer, lowering his voice. “It’s your chance.”

“Our chance?” I frown, unsure what he means.

He sighs as he looks between us. “The public got you where you are now—obviously you’re talented—but they are the reason you were noticed. Let them do that again. Let your story be heard and bring it into the light rather than hiding in the shadows. Don’t give the label a choice.”

“Why would you tell us that?” Strike asks.

“I’m on your side. I don’t agree with their decision at all, but they went above me, so let’s work together on this plan and not give them a choice.” He glances around before stepping back. “I’ll come by tomorrow to help you with the preparations. For now, do what you’re doing and trust me, okay?”

With no other option, we leave the building, and when we’re back in the car, Fox smiles.

“What is it?” I ask curiously.

“Po has a plan. I think he’s right, but even if he isn’t, how about we give our fans one last epic show?”

THIRTY-THREE

Po asked us to trust him, and we have no other choice. I won’t give up Ryker, and my band won’t give me up, so for now, we are relegated to ads and our show. That night, we have a party to celebrate staying together—or maybe to drown our misery, I’m not quite sure. Either way, the alcohol is flowing and the music is blasting throughout the house the label bought for us. We know this could be one of our last nights here, so we plan to make the most of it.

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