Page 15 of The Mistakes You Make
Chapter Five
Letty
“No,” I cry weakly as he spears his fingers inside me.
Oh my fucking God.
My chest heaves as he finger fucks me like a pro. Finding that spot inside me almost instantly that would send me crashing over the edge in only minutes.
This shouldn’t be happening.
I bit him. I slapped him for fuck’s sake.
He should be clawing my eyes out not… not…
“Oh my God,” I pant, my back arching in the mud beneath me.
I squeeze my eyes shut as the rain lashes down on me so I can focus on the sensations and attempt to forget who I’m with.
“Eyes. On. Me,” he demands as his fingers slow down, allowing the release I was racing toward to almost vanish into oblivion.
My eyes flicker open, the raindrops that had caught in my lashes dropping into my eyes and making my sight of him blurry.
He’s still too fucking pretty for his own good.
His dirty blond hair falls over his brow and into his eyes, water dripping off the strands and running down his sharp jawline. A jawline that is way too good for an asshole like him.
Why are all the bad boys gifted with the looks?
His lips are full, still a little swollen from our brief kiss and a little blood is still in the corner from where I sunk my teeth into it.
Fuck, did that feel good after all these years of him tormenting me.
I’m not a violent person. Anything but. But damn if I don’t want to do that again. The way his eyes darkened with shock and desire. How his hand trembled against me.
A rush of heat floods my core as I think about his reaction.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” he demands.
“Hurting you,” I admit.
His eyes flash once more and his nostrils flare.
He thrusts deeper and my fingers curl in my need to grip something but like fuck am I reaching for him. Instead, I end up with fistfuls of squelchy mud.
“Oh God,” I whimper as he rubs just the right spot.
“Don’t come,” he growls, his voice so low and deep it pushes me closer to where he doesn’t want me to be.
But fuck him. He’s not the boss here.
“Scarlett,” he growls again, obviously feeling my core tightening.
“Oh God. Oh God.”
His eyes narrow in warning, but even if I had the power to stop myself right now, I wouldn’t.
“Fucking asshole,” I scream when he rips his fingers from me right at the last minute.
