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“You want me to fuck you? Is that it?”
My eyelids flutter closed, and I nod, then I feel a sharp pinch to my nipple. I don’t even recognize the moan that escapes me.
“You fucking love the pain, don’t you, baby?” He pinches me again, this time harder than the first time, and I buck off the bed, my breath shallow and rapid as I squirm against his hold.
“Normally I’d drag this out, torture you until you can’t take anymore before I fuck you, but if I don’t get my cock inside you, I think I might die,” he says as he lines the thick head of his cock up with my entrance.
He reaches for something inside the side table, pulling out a foil packet and tearing it open with his teeth. My eyes go wide as I watch him roll the condom down his thick length, and for the first time since we started this push and pull, I start panicking.
But then the blunt tip is back at my aching entrance, and all I can think about is how desperate I am to finally be filled. I squirm as best as I can from underneath his hold, rubbing against him.
“Look at how fucking desperate you are. Eyes on me, baby. I want to see your face when I shove my giant cock inside this tight little pussy.”
I blink up at him, lips parting on a shaky breath as I force myself to relax. “Please,” I whisper again, and that’s all it takes. Luka drops his head, keeping my wrists pinned with one hand, squeezing my hip to hold me in place as he holds nothing back. In one thrust, he drives his thick cock inside me before pulling it out and driving all the way back in again.
Searing pain shoots through me in every direction. Tears fill my eyes as a guttural sound escapes my throat. I bite my lip, trying to hold back a scream as the feeling of a searing hot fire poker rips through me.
Luka makes his own pained groan, but when he looks up, the pleasure on his face contorts to concern.
His eyes drop to where our bodies are connected. “Jesus, Scout. Fuck, baby, you’re bleeding…” He pulls out of me, and I see the moment the recognition washes over his face. “You were a…”
He moves to sit back up as he runs a hand through his hair, like he’s trying to figure out what to do next.
Tears sting my eyes, and I bury my face in my hands, needing to hide my shame and embarrassment. My chest aches as humiliation sears through me, twisting and tearing my heart to shreds. It’s so much worse than any physical pain I’ve ever felt.
Luka grabs my hands, pulling them down, like he’s trying to read my expression. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me?” He shakes his head. “I wouldn’t have been so rough with you… I wouldn’t have…”
“You wouldn’t have done anything if you knew,” I answer for him. “You would’ve mocked me and teased me about it… But you wouldn’t have touched me. You may try to act like an asshole, Luka, but you’re not half as hateful as you’d like everyone to think you are.”
“Fuck, baby, come here.” He grabs me, pulling me up as he wraps both of his arms around me.
His tenderness only makes my tears grow heavier. I let him hold me, and he rocks me in his arms, planting gentle kisses on top of my head. “Shh. I’ve got you. Everything’s going to be okay,” he whispers through my sobs.
It’s only when I’m sitting up that I see what he sees, the bright red blood that stains the white bedding, covering both of us. It looks more like someone’s been stabbed than having sex for the first time. No wonder he’s freaking out right now.
“Goddammit, Scout, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” he scolds, but he doesn’t loosen his hold on me.
This time, I don’t even try to explain myself because how can I? What am I really supposed to say? I wanted him to be the one to do it? I was embarrassed to still be a virgin? I was hoping he wouldn’t notice? I needed it to hurt?
Somehow, all that makes it sound so much worse…
“Come on.” Luka’s hands move to cradle me as he stands from the bed, lifting me like I weigh nothing. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, and I rest my head against his chest as he carries me to the bathroom.
I don’t fight him when he starts drawing my bath. After what I just did, I know he needs to do this.
I just hope he can forgive me for lying to him, because I’d really like a chance to do that again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Luka
Guilt and confusion churn in my stomach as I sit in this boardroom, my mind reeling after everything that happened last night.
The fight. The way things spiraled. How quickly our anger bled into passion.
The way she ripped into me, cutting straight through all my bullshit like only she can. Throwing my words back at me like knives.
And perhaps the most unbelievable part of all—she’s a virgin.
