Page 53 of Heart Sick Hate

“Do you think you need one?”

“I already know I don’t. It’s been six months for me.”

“Six months…” the words trail off as he puts pressure that makes me almost see stars.

That’s the entire time I’ve been dating his brother.

“Mm-hmm.” He hums. “Don’t think too much about it.”

And I can’t. He doesn’t give me the chance. One moment I’m floating, and the next he pushes my hips down over him. So quickly and with such force, he breaks through the resistance, and I’m fully seated on him, crying out in pain.

“Breathe for me.” He brushes my hair off one side of my neck and kisses it, which is when I realize my body is wrapped tightly around him. I’m holding him like he’s the only gravity left in the world. “Fuck you’re tight, princess. You need to breathe for me.”

I let out an exhale and will my body to relax. It burns as I feel him so deep, I didn’t think it was possible to reach there. He’s in the center of my soul, and his hands brush over my lower back in comfort.

“Breathe, Goldie.”

He wills my steady breaths. I inhale slowly, and exhale again. And the pressure of his touch makes me ache for more, so I slowly start to rock back and forth.

“That’s it.” He runs his hands down my back and grabs my ass.

He kisses my shoulder, up to my neck, pausing at my pulse at the base of my throat.

“Chase what feels good, princess,” he praises, grabbing me, kissing me, licking me, before pulling back and pinning me with his gray eyes. “Be a good girl and use my cock to make your virgin pussy come.”

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Crew

I might black out,but I don’t take back the dirty things I’m saying because it makes her squeeze my dick like she’s trying to suffocate it.

Echo rolls her hips, and it sinks me deeper, bringing out my primal need to mark her so far, she’ll never get me out of her system.

This was supposed to be a hate fuck after I was forced to watch her spend the night with my brother’s arm wrapped around her. But the second I felt her body rip for me, open for me, let me in—there’s nowhere else I belong. She can hate me all she wants, she’s mine now. And it’s a problem I’m going to have to solve.

“Crew.” My name is a moan.

A gasp.

Salvation.

She chases it by rolling her hips over me. There’s an edge to every breath, and I’m sure this hurts her, but sheloves it when I hurt her as much as she despises it. And right now, she trusts me.

Gripping her ass, I lift us. “Hold on, princess.”

She does, her pussy clenching around me with every step. I’ve never fucked a girl in my apartment, but if I’m going to have Echo here, I’m going to take her in my bed. I’m going to carve her innocence in the walls. I’m going to use her purity to bless this unholy ground.

Stopping at my bed, I lay her down with me kneeling between her legs. Our bodies still connected, and her tatted, naked flesh on display. I meant what I said. She’s a masterpiece. Absolute perfection laced in ink.

Beauty that can’t be defined or contained.

I pinch her rosy nipple, and she squirms for me.

“You like that?”

She nods, biting her lip and gripping the sheets above her head. Her black and blonde hair splays out across my navy sheets, painting the perfect picture of midnight and morning.

She circles her hips and adjusts, her face no longer pinching at her movements. Instead, her lips part in an exhale that takes my breath away.

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