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The bed shifts next to me, and when I look over, he’s propped up on his elbow. I can’t make out his face in the dark. I look back up at the ceiling, ignoring him, but fingers run down my arm, and I brush them away before they pull the blanket down. I pull it back up.
Shifting closer, he tilts my head in his direction and kisses me.
“Stop it.” I turn my head away so he kisses my cheek instead.
“You can hate me and still want me to plow you,” he whispers and tugs the blankets back down. “Not everything needs to be black and white, Tripoli.”
“I’m not your personalslut, and I’ve learned my lesson about fucking psychos.”
A deep rumble rolls through his chest, and he kisses my throat. My stomach clenches, and my eyes drift close as his mouth moves, trailing kisses all the way up to my chin.
“I’d love you to be a little slut for me . . . You say that word like it’s a bad thing.” His lips brush my skin. “And I know you enjoyed getting fucked by this psycho.”
I enjoyed it, and then I hated it. But I am attracted to him. I just don’t understandhowafter this morning. I don’t like how he can switch from scary to tender so easily, how his anger seems to melt into a sexual gravity that pulls me in, even when my heart is racing and my head is telling me to run. I’m pathetic.
“You’re just manipulating me.”
“Of course I am.” His hand moves down my stomach. “And you’re manipulating me too, and if we know that, then it doesn’t really matter, does it? Where is the rule that says we can’t use each other?”
“You’re a terrible person,” I whisper and a little thrill shoots through me.
“Yes, I am.” His face comes back to hover over mine, and I tip my chin up, capturing his mouth.
Groaning, he kisses me deeply as his hand continues to move down my body, grazing across the front of my panties. I push into the soft touch, and he breaks the kiss, freeing himself of his boxer briefs before grabbing my panties and tugging them off.
I try to push him onto his back, but he sweeps me into his chest, as he kisses the tops of my breasts straining against my bra. I let my head fall to the pillow.
This is such a terrible fucking idea, just like it was the first time. I already know I’m going to hate myself afterward, but that doesn’t stop me from hiking my leg up over his hip and sliding myself onto him.
His hand slides over my ass and pulls me closer as he thrusts. My head snaps back as he buries himself, and I gasp.
“You look so fucking good when you take me.” He pulls down my bra and takes my breast in his mouth.
Moaning, I push my breast hard against his mouth and roll my hips, sliding along his length. A warm, fuzziness tingles my skin all over, and my nipple hardens in his mouth. A hand claps hard against my ass, surprising me. It doesn’t hurt; instead, it sends a shock through me that makes me shiver, and when he does it again, my rhythm increases with a sense of desperation.
“Again,” I whisper, and his hand claps loudly against my skin, making me moan.
“I like that you like that.” He does it again, and I arch into him. “Mm . . . I’m going to put you over my fucking knee the next time you don’t listen.”
“Yeah, right,” I say breathlessly, and he captures my nipple with his teeth.
Hissing, the sharpness runs through me, and his hand comes down hard on my ass again. My breathing turns shallow, and he releases my nipple and then kisses it.
“I’m starting to wonder which one of us is a psycho, sweetheart.” Turning my face into the pillow I hide the smile that tugs at my lips, and then he’s whispering in my ear, “You better keep riding me like a hungry slut, or I’m going to flip you over and fuck you like one.”
My body freezes, and I turn my head toward him, rage stifling everything else I was feeling. “What—”
His mouth crashes into mine, and I plant my hands on his chest, pushing at him, but he holds me there, hand fisting in my hair as the other one comes down on my ass again. I squeak in surprise against his lips, and then his hips move, and I groan.
“I mean it,” he growls, and my hips jump back into action. “Good girl. Show me how badly you want it.”
The next time his hand connects with my ass, it stings, and I whimper. He rubs his hand over the spot gently as my hips rock against him, greedily chasing my own release.
“That’s it,” he breathes out and kisses my chest. “Just like that.”
“Yes,” I gasp out as the numbing electrical charge builds between my legs and spreads upward.
I slow, dragging myself up and down his length as my body tightens around him, and I pant. Hissing, he forces me to mystomach and pulls my hips up into his, burying himself. It’s shocking, and I try to lunge forward, but his arm catches me around the ribs. He buries himself again to the sound of my voice cracking.
