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“Oh, god,” I groan, his filthy words not letting my arousal waver.
“You want my cum, Little Thorn? Beg for it. Let me hear you. Tell me you want it.”
“Yes! Please! I want to feel your cum inside me.” I don’t even recognize my own voice, but that doesn’t make the words any less true because I do want it.Desperately.
“Fuck, yeah.” He grunts, and his body jerks as he slams into me one last time. There’s no possible way for our bodies to be any closer than they are right now, but that doesn’t stop him from pushing down on my hips as a torrent of warmth fills me up. His scrunched face, arched back, and, god, the sounds he makes are all too much.
Unwanted tears prick my eyes, and it takes me a moment to understand why. Riot stripped me bare in every shape and form. All the control, perfectionism, and expectations from my previous life are gone. So are the fear, uncertainty, and confusion of this life. There’s nothing left but my authentic self, and it’s terrifying because I have no idea who that person is.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
RIOT
Icollapse forward, catching my weight on my elbows so I don’t crush her. We’re both panting and sticky, a feeling that would normally have me out of this bed and in the shower before my partner can complain. But this is Parker,my woman, the one who’ll be by my side forever, so I don’t want to pull out. Matter of fact, if I could spend the rest of my life nestled inside her glorious pussy, I would.
Her breath hitches as if she’s. . . crying? Why is she crying?
I have a hard time keeping up with her emotions on a good day, but today has been the hardest. She struggles with her attraction to me, and logically, I understand. Who falls in love with a psychopath? And even worse, who falls in love with the psychopath who murdered their father?
I know I’m unlovable. The things I do make me the worst of what society has produced. But that’s why I’m keeping her sequestered. She can be with me, and no one cares. There’s no judgment. How does she not understand what I’ve done for her?
“What’s wrong?” I ask, even though I don’t really want to. I’d rather ignore the problem until it goes away, but this comes with the territory of being a good boyfriend.
“I honestly don’t know. It’s all just so overwhelming.”
I’m so out of my element here, so I do what feels natural—I change the subject to buy myself time to think. “Did you know most rats can squeeze through a hole smaller than their heads?”
Her brows furrow. “What?”
“They have a collapsible skeleton; it folds down like an umbrella.”
“Oh. That’s, that’s really cool.” She sucks in her lips, trying to stop another wave of tears.
I sigh. “I’ve heard the guys talk about never sleeping with a virgin because bitches get emotionally attached. Is that it? You’re feeling attached and don’t want to be?”
It was the wrong thing to say. She shoves at my chest, but she should know by now that I don’t move unless I want to, and I’m not going anywhere until we figure this out.
“No, asshole. It’s not that. Iwasfeeling like I was tired of fighting this thing between us, and maybe it would be best for me to just marry you until things calm down, but?—”
“Not until things calm down. Until death, Little Thorn. But I’m glad you’re coming around.”
“I said Iwas. After this conversation, I’m back to being anti-Riot.”
“No, you’re not.” I nip her lips.
“Yes, I am.” She shoves at me again, but I grip her thigh and hike it higher on my hip, keeping my cock inside her. “Get off me.”
“Look at you,” I say, licking up one of the trails of tears on her cheek. “You have mascara lines tracking down your face, your glossy lip shit is smeared all over your mouth, and your hair is a rat’s nest—exactly how my little whore should look.”
“Riot.” My name on her lips has my cock’s attention.
“And I’ve never seen you look more beautiful, all messy with my cum leaking out of you.”
Her cheeks redden, but she ignores my compliment. “When was the last time you were tested for STIs?”
“Last month.”
Her head cocks and her eyes narrow. “Really?”
