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I did, his words tripping me as I fell into the precipice, his cock so hard and thick inside me, his thumb still working my clit, playing me like a harp as my whole body tensed and released and all I could see was Blake’s eyes. An unholy cry came out of me, the orgasm stretching out as Blake thrust hard and fast, rhythm uncontrolled as he threw his head back, shouting my name as he came, wet heat filling me up and up and up, sending me over the edge one last time.
I’d been right.
With one last groan, Blake pulled out of me, watching as his come and mine spilled out onto the bed. I looked down at the smear of blood across my pussy from his cut hand.Helooked down at his cock, only starting to soften, and the blood ringing it.
And then he shocked me when he swiped a finger over it.
“Open,” he said.
I did, and he pushed his finger into my mouth, making me taste copper and cum, him and me.
And then he was removing his finger, swiping it over his cock again, and licking it up himself.
Shutting his eyes, he groaned. “Fuck, I thought nothing would taste better than your cunt, but nothing beats the taste of knowing you’re mine.”
He leaned over, like he was about to kiss me, making my heart flutter, but at the last minute, he moved his mouth, kissing my ear.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said. “I’m a bad man, and you let me be that man.”
And with that, he lifted me into his arms, carrying me toward the bathroom where I could only lie there, limply, smelling us together, elated and broken.
I’d been right.
I was shattered into pieces, and I’d never be the same.
Especially because he still hadn’t kissed me.
15
BLAKE
What the fuck had I done?
As I sat in the hot bath with Lucy in my arms, slowly washing her body as she rested half asleep against me, the regret and recriminations spilled out.
I’d just fucked my ward.
Taken her virginity.
Made her eighteen-year-old pussy come all over me. Just thinking about that made me harden all over again, because I’d clearly turned into a teenager, both with the can-always-go dick, and the apparently undeveloped prefrontal cortex. What else could explain my decisions tonight?
It was my job to care for her. It had always been my job to care for her, and I’d shirked my duties. And now here we were, me having done the worst possible thing I could think of. Lucy’s makeup had run down her face, and even though she was tall for a woman, she was so small in my arms. So delicate. I could hurt her so easily. I’d done a terrible thing, and I didn’t know how to come back from it.
And I didn’t think I wanted to.
My cock thought she was ours. That we’d done the right thing, claiming her this way. But I’d seen the pain in her eyes when I hadn’t kissed her, and I still couldn’t bring myself to. It was like by protecting myself from that one intimacy, I could pretend I hadn’t done something horrible. It was bullshit, I knew, probably even worse, but here we were.
I murmured to her, humming, as I brushed a soapy washcloth over her chest, her arms, her tits, her stomach. When I worked it down toward her pussy, she shifted in my arms.
“Too sensitive,” she complained.
“Too bad,” I responded, gently cleaning her off, as much as I wanted to let my claim—both blood and cum—dry all over her. When we’d talked about the IUD, a small, fucked-up part of me regretted it, wanting to claim her even more fully. But I knew better. I’d already done enough to hurt her, getting her pregnant would actually destroy her life in ways I was unwilling to do. And I was grateful, because the IUD meant we hadn’t needed a condom to separate us.
She shivered in my arms, the water turning cool. Lifting her out of the tub, I carried her back onto the tile, grabbing a fluffy towel and drying her off, gentle and slow, admiring every naked curve I’d never seen before. I’d been so desperate to get my mouth on her and then get inside her, I hadn’t bothered to get her naked. Seeing her bare tits, the swell to her stomach, her pale, perfect skin—well, she was a goddamn miracle. No woman, living or dead, could compare.
“Do you regret it?” she murmured.
She could read me too well.
