Page 109 of Toxic

She nods. "Yeah."

I thrust a few times, groaning. "Fuck, you're tight." I continue sliding in and out of her, holding her neck back until she's whimpering. Tiny pellets of sweat cover her skin as I demand, "Tell me you love this, Bridge. Tell me my dick in your ass is just as good as in your pussy."

"Oh..."

"Tell me," I order, reaching around her body and circling her clit.

"Yes! Oh God!" she screams, and her body convulses again.

I thrust faster until I can't hold it any longer. "Fuck, Bridge!" I bark, going dizzy as I release into her. I let go of her neck and collapse over her back, breathing hard.

For several moments, neither of us moves except for our chests expanding as we suck air into our lungs.

When I can see straight again, I unbuckle the belt and release her arms. Then I roll over and tug her into my chest. I kiss her forehead, and she looks up. I ask, "You okay?"

She smiles. "Yeah. You?"

I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Good, now that I'm with you. I'm sorry about the last few days."

Something passes in her expression. I'm unsure what it means. She hesitates then replies, "It's okay. I'm aware how stuff comes up in your business." She reaches for my face and traces her thumb over my lips. "I'm glad you're safe."

"You don't ever have to worry about that," I firmly state.

Her face hardens. "Don't say things that aren't true."

"It is," I insist.

Her eyes darken, but she doesn't tear her gaze off mine. "That's what Sean always said. What's crazier is that I used to believe him when he said it. But even when I left him that night, I knew I shouldn't have. It's why—" Her eyes widen, then she squeezes them shut before turning away.

The hairs on my arms rise. I've always thought Bridget knew more about Sean's death than she let on. Nothing ever happened to him until the night he was killed. She has to be referring to that night.

Her heart beats harder against my body, and I turn her chin toward me. I softly question, "Bridget, where did you leave him?"

Her lips tremble. She shakes her head hard as her eyes fill with tears. "Nowhere. Forget I said that."

"No. Tell me what you know about his death."

"I don't know anything." She moves to get up, but I cage my body over hers, holding her down. "Dante, get off me," she demands.

"No. Tell me what you know."

She glares at me as a tear falls. Her voice shakes. "I don't know anything."

I stroke her cheek. "You can trust me, dolcezza."

She closes her eyes and begs, "Please drop this. I don't want to get into a fight with you."

Silence fills the air. I don't want to fight with her, either. Instead of pushing, I kiss her tears and then lie on my back with her in my arms. "Okay. How bad did I screw up with Sean?"

She outlines my pecs, not responding.

"Bad, huh?" I ask, pissed at myself again.

She glances up. "He's angry all the time. Try not to let it eat at you. I'm the one who made him this way."

I caress her hair. "I'll make it right with him tomorrow. I promise."

Sympathy fills her expression. "I'm not sure if Sean gets his stubbornness from the O'Connors or O'Malleys. Maybe it's the combination of both. Don't beat yourself up if he doesn't forgive you right away."

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