Page 76 of Heartfelt Pain
I unzip my jeans, sliding them down. She eyes the way my cock tents my underwear. I pull them down, freeing my erection.
“No?” I question. “So you’re not going to claw at mewhen I shove you down and tear into your cunt like you like? Like you’ve done all week.”
Her entire face frowns, her eyes roving around like she doesn’t understand.
“We’re fucking one another,” I tell her, “because we still love one another.”
The last time I saw her this horrified, I’d admitted I tried to make her fall in love with me because my dad asked me to.
“I hate you,” she whispers. A reminder to herself.
“If you hated me you’d cut off my cock like you threatened the other day.” Ren doesn’t take shit from anyone anymore. I’m not any different.
She grabbed me that night in the cab. Shoved my fingers into her cunt. She rode my hand and took from me what she could because she wanted to.
And I’m helpless like always when it comes to her. She can be a monster and have me on my knees, but sometimes my beast demands a little bit more.
I catch her waist and toss her on the bed.
“I don’t love you,” she says, fire in her eyes.
I crawl over her body, pushing her shirt off. “Yes, you do.”
“Fucking you was just a mistake.”
I place a kiss on her lips. They taste like salt from all the tears. “No, it wasn’t.”
My cock teases her entrance and she sucks in a shaky breath.
“Roma. . .”
I kiss the corner of her mouth. Her cheek. Her forehead. I run my hand through her hair, pushing it off her sticky skin.
“I’ve been a good boy, hellcat.” My breath against her skin makes her shudder.
I thrust all the way in, smothering her scream with my mouth.
“Fuck your stupid kisses!” she shouts, shoving me away.
I laugh and it only pisses her off more. But that’s my woman. All hard edges and brutal choices. Angry green eyes stare up at me as her hips thrust up to meet mine.
It’s a dare. A challenge.
Her hips rock and I thrust in harder and harder.
I roll over. The sound she makes when I take her hips and shove her down on my cock again nearly makes me come.
“Ride me,” I order, but it’s my hands forcing her movements. Her legs shake, but I force her up and down, her pussy stretching around my cock. I slap her ass for good measure. “You’re such a good girl, riding me like the little whore you are.”
She’s done it all week. And the fury in her eyes tells me she knows what I’m doing. Proving the point that I might’ve gone along with everything she’s wanted since I first found her at Hartright’s but it’s not going to be the case anymore.
She doesn’t last long. Her pussy clenches around my dick. She sags forward, but my hands cage her waist, forcing her upright. She bites down on her lower lip, tears spilling as she’s forced to continue riding me.
At least until I switch positions. I throw her back onto the bed, slamming my cock back into her cunt. Her back arches, her eyes glittering. I thrust faster and harder, moving to wrap her leg around my waist.
Her hair cascades around her and her hands push at my chest. When I slap them away they land on the bed and she doesn’t move them. Her round tits move with the force of my thrusts as I continue to punish her.
She lies there, eyes angry, cheeks flushed. My perfect goddess.
