Page 155 of Falling Offsides

I should.Shouldn’t I?

I should be shoving him off me and screaming for the hills. Possibly getting a restraining order but?—

“Courtn—”

My mouth crashes to his as I yank down on his chains, bringing him to my level. I bite down on his chapped lip and suck it as hard as I can even my teeth, greedily eating up his groan. Relishing the burn of his fingers clawing into my jaw and my hip.

This is the only answer I have. The only answer I can give no matter what the voices in my head are screaming. What my fears are pounding into my bloodstream. All the alarm bells ringing in my ears.

Because I want this.

I want his obsession.

I crave his possession.

I need his fire.

His rage.

Him.

And this brutal, beautiful madness that only he gives me.

Auguste yanks me closer, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat. Hands rough, tongue spearing into my mouth in a punishing kiss.

The best kind of ache quakes through me. A friendly reminder of what it feels like when Auguste is inside me. When he tears me apart from the inside out.

I don’t fight it when he rips away from me. Green stare burnished with promise and intent when he tugs my hair lifting my face to his. Watching me. Unnerving me. He’s going to fuck me up, and I gulp down every sigh of relief that the certainty brings me.

Pressing me forward, back to the kitchen island, his toes tread on the back of my heels, pulling my sneakers off.

The instant my palms hit the countertop, my legs spread before he verbally commands it. It’s all natural compulsion, necessity, and I let it take over me. Lethimtake over me as his hands fist in my leggings and yank them down my hips.

A heavy hand strokes up my back to my shoulder blades, and with one firm press, he pins me down on the cool granite. The side of my face squashed to the hard surface as the first tears sting my eyes. Because I know what’s coming. Already feel it throbbing in all the places that are still marked by him.

My thighs, my tits, my— “Fuck!”

The hard smack knocks all thought from my head. The sound ricochets in the half-lit darkness, locking up my whole body with the frisson of pain and heat and pleasure that sparks through me.

“You didn’t answer me,” he says, voice threadbare. “Do you have a problem with that boundary?”

I shake my head as best as I can with the weight of him holding me down.

“Use your goddamn words right now.”

“No,” I choke around the pounding of my heart in my throat. “No. Problem.”

“Good.” Auguste’s other hand palms my ass. His thumb teasing through my crease. Stopping just short of my pussy. “So you’ll take your punishment likemygood little whore?”

Fuck, I don’t know what I’m signing up for anymore. I just know that I want to. I want everything he’ll give me. I want every part of him the way he has stolen every part of me.

“Y-y-yes…”

His replycracksthrough the air.

His palm hits my ass so hard, I jolt farther up the counter with a guttural cry.

It’s his breathless whimper that hits the hardest. That sharp gasp that fades to a throaty hum undoes me.

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