Page 71 of Strike & Score
“If you’re upset about it, then I’m sorry. I did what I had toin order to get you here. I needed you close to me. Fuck the Rites, fuck all the bullshit that goes along with them. They were an excuse to get you close.”
I scrunch my face at his half apology.
“Youdrugged me.”
“And I’m sorry about that part, but I’m not sorry you’re here. I’m not sorry about anything else between us because I know you’ve liked it. I push, you pull. It’s how we are and it only proves how you’ve been mine for longer than you realize.”
“No,” I deny.
“No?”
“No. That doesn’t prove how long I’ve been yours.”
“You don’t think so?”
“No. It proves how longyou’vebeenmine.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his face down to mine so I can kiss him with all the aggression, and emotion I’m feeling without having to say anything else. He groans against my mouth, especially when I wrap my leg around his hip, pulling him even tighter against me.
His tongue plunges into my mouth and I can taste myself on it, which only makes me arch up into him even more.
“I’m still mad. Fuck me like you hate me,” I gasp.
“No.” He thrusts against me just once and I want more. Ineedmore. “I’m going to fuck you like I love you.”
“That’s a thin line for you,” I retort weakly as his lips trail from my jaw, down my neck.
“My love for you isn’t sweet, it isn’t nice. It’s brutal and you may think it’s hate, but it’s not. It never has been. It’s us, and I know your love is the same.” His teeth sink into my skin where my neck meets my shoulder and I claw at his back.
He’s pushing my shirt up, over my head, then latching his mouth onto my nipple, biting and sucking roughly. I can’t sayanything back because there’s nothing to say. He’s brutal, and he may be right. That’s how his love is.
And the worst part is he may be right that my love may be the same. Because the fire burning in my chest, the ache that’s there when I’ve thought about not being with him, are pretty telling. But my head hasn’t caught up yet, since it’s turning to mush with every second he’s touching me.
He moves to my other nipple, sucking even harder than he did on the first one, and I cry out.
“It was always going to be me. No one else could give you what you need. No one else could love you the way you need, baby deer.”
Nodding, because I don’t know what he wants me to say. I just need him to fuck me before I lose my mind.
I push his shorts off with my feet, and feel his huff of laughter against my skin, but it doesn’t last long. I manage to get them low enough that I feel his bare cock against me. I buck up to rub against him, and it puts the tip of his raging erection at my entrance.
“Tell me how badly you want me,” he grinds out.
I whine, trying to push him inside instead of saying anything, but he won’t move.
“Tell me, and then you can ride my cock the rest of the night. It’s yours.”
“I want you, please, Colin. Please.”
“That’s my girl,” he buries himself to the hilt in a single hard thrust. I cry out, but the stretch hardly even phases me. I’m so turned on that the only thing I can think of is how good it feels. And how it’s not going to take very long for him to pull another orgasm from me.
“Yeah, I am,” I admit softly as he pulls out almost all the way, but I wrap my legs around him tightly, yanking him back into me.
“Oh fuck, Mace,” he groans, and I smirk, knowing I’ve gotten to him. Even just a little bit.
I may not have been actually using him, but knowing his weakness ismeis the greatest information he could’ve given me. I know he’s obsessed, he’s been obvious about that. But it’s confirmed that no matter what, he wants me.
He thinks he loves me.
