Page 139 of The Night Shift
I glance down at my chest and —oh. Thin, inked lines run along the jagged scars her scalpel left on me last night. “I wanted something to commemorate our first time.”
Holly’s mouth opens, but no words come out for a moment. “When did you even…”
“Not now.”
“You’re fucking crazy.”
“Only for you.” I fish out the condom from my back pocket and rip open the silver foil packaging with my teeth. “I need to fuck you, baby.” I rake my fingers through her sweat-damp hair. “May I?”
She nods repeatedly.
I slide the condom over my cock with such clumsiness, it’s borderline embarrassing.
I force her hands above her head, raising her sweater and bra, and slide into her in one swift motion.
We both groan.
My eyes stay open on her face as I fuck her slowly. I want to watch her turn into a mess because of me. Tousled hair, swollen lips, skin slick with sweat and bite marks. She looks fucking ethereal. She looks likemine.
I dip my mouth to her exposed chest. “Who was that man, Holly?”
She frowns. “W-what?”
I suck at a nipple, thrusting into her harder. “You know who.”
“It’s ah…none of your business…”
“He upset you,” — I hold her bottom lip between my teeth — “Thatis my business.” — and thrust in deep.
“Oh,God.”
“Just Theo is fine.” I pick up the pace, fucking her hard and fast for five seconds, before slowing down.
A frustrated scream wells in her throat. “You insufferable bastard,” she whimpers, beads of sweat on her forehead.
“Tell me who he was.”
“Just because we’re fucking doesn’t mean you get to know me all of a sudden.”
“Oh, we’re fucking now, is it?” I pinch her nipple hard. She lets out a sharp cry. “It’s no longer a one-time thing?”
“I hate you.”
“How much?” I fuck her fast, then slow, bringing her to the edge before pulling away again.
A whine of protest leaves her mouth. “Enough to want to slit your throat and bathe in your blood.”
“That’s my girl. More.”
“I want to cut you open with my knife and drive it deep till I feel bone.”
“Keep going. You’re doing such a good job. Tell me more.”
“Theo, please.”
“Please what? What do you want? Tell me.”
“Please let me come.” She twists beneath me, moving her hips trying to gain friction.
