Page 57 of Changing Rules

“You.”

Her lips part, and her pupils dilate instantly.Fuck. She wants it too.

“Are you sure?” she whispers, her hair falling over her face. “Aren’t you disgusted with me? With my decisions? You heard what my mother?—”

In one fluid movement, I haul her to my chest and press my lips to hers. How can she still be so oblivious to how I feel about her? There’s nothing in this world that could change my mind about her, about my feelings for her.

My love for her is so intense that when she leaves a room, she takes all my breath with her. When she isn’t with me, when I can’t touch her, it’s like there’s no more oxygen. My love for her is everything.

I wouldn’t trade our love for anything, not even another Super Bowl win.

“Don’t talk like that.” I pull her bottom lip between my teeth, making her whimper. “Your mother is a bitch. Her words don’t mean a thing.”

“But—”

I slide my hands under her tee and palm her breasts, pulling a low moan from her before I press open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. I only stop when I’ve reached her nipple. I bite it through her T-shirt, and she rakes her fingers through my hair, her nails scratching my scalp.

Jesus Christ, I love when she does that.

“Xander.”

With my hands at her hips, I push down her shorts, and when I toss them to the floor and the coolness of the room envelops her body, she shivers.

“God, I love how soft you are,” I groan against her skin as I trail kisses down her neck, across her shoulders, until I reach her belly button. I straighten, steadying myself on my knees, and drink her in. She looks back at me, not blinking.

I take out my aching cock, and without any hesitation, I bury myself inside her. Instantly, she clenches around me, crying out at the stretch. For a moment, while she adjusts to my length, we stay like that. But before long, she winds her hands around my neck and pulls me closer.

“What are you doing to me?” I bring my mouth to hers.

My mind goes hazy the second her tongue brushes mine. This kind of kiss makes me feel like I’m levitating, no longer here in the room. Just with her. We could be anywhere in the world; only her presence matters. Bella owns my heart and my mind. She’s the fucking light at the end of the tunnel. The cure to all my ailments. The antidote against any poison. I can handle anything life throws at me as long as we’re together.

Hips lifted, she encourages me to thrust deeper. Her moans are sweeter than any music, filling the room along with my growls. I fuck her hard, and she meets me thrust for thrust. She’s so hot for me, her skin burning under my palms. On instinct, I cuff her throat, my fingers wrapping tightly around it. The dark ink on my hand contrasts beautifully with her flawless skin.

I squeeze, and her eyes bulge.

“More,” she whispers, arching her back.

I add a little more pressure, controlling her breathing.

Her face reddens, but her smile only broadens. “More,” she begs.

Pain turns her on, I’ve always known that. Yet it blinds me now. She isn’t into BDSM, and…this isn’t the way we normally pleasure one another.

My gut constricts. What did that monster do to her?

I release my hold on her and lean back. Why the fuck did I let those thoughts enter my mind?

I pull out of her and climb out of bed, stroking my dick, which is still wet with her juices.

She props herself up on her elbows, searching my face, concern flashing in her eyes.

“Come here,” I command, holding her gaze.

She sits up and takes off her T-shirt. The sight makes my blood sing. I feel drunk, the view intoxicating.

“Come here,” I repeat, jaw clenched.

She shimmies closer, and when she’s within reach I snag her legs and haul her to the edge of the bed. I don’t stop until her ass is halfway off the mattress. Then, with an arm around her waist, I flip her onto her belly.

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