Page 8 of Bully's Darkness
“Bully,” she whispers reluctantly.
“Say it,” I demand, my tone more forceful. The rush of warmth fills me from head to toe, and I still, straining against her as I push in as deep as I can and release on a feral roar that rips my throat apart. “Holy shit,” I pant, glancing down between us as I slowly withdraw. Her glistening juices mixed with mine keep me semi-hard as I slide back in, taking my time to come down from the high and dragging every ounce of pleasure from my orgasm.
I eventually pull from her and crawl down her body, kissing across her stomach as I settle between her legs and press my thumb to her opening, gathering our wetness and rubbing it over her swollen clit. She shudders, her body jerking.
“Bully, please,” she whispers. I drag the wetness over her backside, my thumb gently teasing her puckered hole. She fidgets away, but I clamp a hand over her leg to hold her still. “We need to talk,” she continues. I press my mouth to her clit, flicking it with my tongue while continuing to push my thumb to her forbidden hole. She groans as I manage to break through the resistance barrier, inserting the digit while sucking her clit. Her back arches off the bed as I stretch the hole. “You’re not listening,” she snaps as I crawl back up her body, curling her legs to her stomach and rolling her onto her side. I lie behind her, my cock straining to feel her tight arse take me in.
“I’m listening,” I tell her, holding the head of my cock to the tight hole. “You’re not.”
“You haven’t said anything,” she says, stiffening as the head disappears inside. I gasp, trying to slow it down, needing to savour every second of this.
“See, you’re not listening,” I repeat. “I said we aren’t splitting up. That you’re my old lady.” I lunge forward, and she cries out, grabbing a handful of the sheets as I force her to take my length.
I tug her skirt up and over her head, throwing it to the floor. Then, I unclip her bra and add it to the pile. Her arse grips me, squeezing me as I fuck her, this time taking my time. I run my hand over her stomach and cup her breast, teasing her nipple. “I can’t compete with the club,” she argues, and I laugh.
“I haven’t asked you to.”
“But it’s expected,” she snaps, turning her head into the mattress and groaning. I guide her onto her stomach and lie over her, my legs either side of hers as I move faster, fucking her into silence. I slip my hand under her stomach and slide it between her legs, using the wetness there to tease her clit. She shudders, her backside tightening as she comes apart. I follow seconds later, spilling into her.
I roll from her, our bodies slick with sweat, and I stare up at the ceiling, trying to regain control of my breathing. She sits, taking the sheet from beneath her and wrapping it around her body. “It’s me or the club, Bully,” she mutters, sliding from the bed and heading for the en-suite.
Chapter Four
Olivia
I half expect him to be gone when I return freshly showered, so when I find him sitting up in bed watching television, I’m surprised. I gave him a clear out, and I expected him to take it.
“I missed a good mattress,” he tells me, “and a homecooked meal.” He flicks the quilt back and gives me a pointed stare, waiting for me to climb into bed. Truth is, I want to, likereallywant to, but there’s a voice in the back of my head screaming at me to stick to my guns on this. It’s non-negotiable.
“Actually, I’m gonna head home,” I say, the words almost clogging my throat.
“No, you’re not,” he says clearly. “Get into bed.”
“No,” I snap. “This isn’t happening.”
He scoffs. “The sex that’s already happened?” He sighs. “Why are you fighting this, Liv? Bria’s finally got into your head.”
“No,” I cry in frustration. “This isn’t Bria. It’s me talking, Bully, and you just refuse to listen. You promised me the club was behind us.”
“I didn’t,” he says, shaking his head. “I never promised that.”
“You said you’d get out of prison and make a life with me.”
“But I never said I’d turn my back on the club.”
“It was implied,” I hiss. “You know how I feel about it.”
He scrubs a hand over his beard and sighs heavily. “Get into bed, Liv.”
“I’m leaving,” I repeat, snatching my skirt from the floor.
“I can’t let that happen.”
“You don’t have a say anymore. I met someone tonight,” I say, tugging my top on. His stare is pure rage, and I resist the urge to run. “It made me realise there’re men out there who would put me first.” I hate the jealous glint in his eye, but I didn’t tell him to piss him off. I need him to see I’m serious about this.
“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just tell me that little piece of information, Olivia.”Full name equals serious.“Get into bed.”
I stuff my bra into my bag. “And that’s the sort of man I deserve,” I continue. “You have your club, and I get you love it, but there’s no room in your life for both of us.” I turn on my heel and march for the door. I almost reach it when I’m slammed against it, trapped between that and his hard body.
