Page 26 of Hateful Union

My toes curl around his waist as I feel my pleasure rising.

My body arches back and my head hits off the door. One of Malcolm’s hands slide from my waist up my body leaving goosebumps in their wake until it reaches my neck. His hand tightens around my throat. It’s not painful, but I buck against him at the move. It’s a sign of possessiveness, ownership, dominance.

“Remove your hand,” I snarl at him.

“Mine,” he growls as he thrusts harder into me. “All fucking mine.”

I can’t deny it. Right at this moment, he’s right. I am his.

No one has ever dominated me as much as Malcolm is right now.

His fingers flex against my throat, tightening ever so slightly and that’s all it takes to send me spiraling. I cry out, his name ripping from my lips. Stars shine brightly in my eyes as my orgasm takes over.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he growls as he explodes inside of me; he buries his head into my shoulder, his breathing ragged. My body shaking from the most intense orgasm I have ever had.

I knew that once was never going to be enough. I fucking knew that as soon as I had him, I’d want more. But I stupidly gave into my desire.

His hand releases from my throat and moves to my hip once again. “I’m going to fuck you raw, Raylee, I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

Bastard. I want to spit that word at him, but I can’t. I tighten my legs around him as I flex my Kegel muscles. I smile when he releases a harsh groan. His cock softening inside of me.

“Bed,” he gruffly says. “Next I want you on my bed.”

I bite my lip and nod, I’m not denying him. Not tonight. The damage is already done. Tomorrow is a new day and I’ll think about the consequences then.

“Bed,” I tell him huskily and his eyes dilate with lust and need.

“Fuck, I want you again,” he tells me as his lips brush against mine. “You’ll not be sleeping tonight, Raylee.”

I smirk, “Hmm, we’ll see.” I taunt him as he walks with me in his arms towards the bedroom.

One night. That’s all I’m allowing myself. Anything more with this man would be dangerous. Detrimental to my heart and my head. I need to leave this apartment unscathed.

Yet, I already know that I’m losing that game. Malcom Gallagher has gotten inside my head and could push his way into my heart.

My eyes flutter open,the pressing need to pee has woken me. I’m hit by sheer darkness. What the fuck? Where the hell am I?

Panic claws at my stomach. God no. Not again.

My breathing deepens as I press a hand to my chest, my heart racing a mile a minute. This can’t be happening again. Anxiety builds within me as the memories of what happened last time assault me. I won’t survive it this time.

I’m locked in an internal battle. One that I’m not equipped to deal with. I didn’t think they’d come back for me. I thought I was safe. Someone's breathing beside me, and my eyes widen as the panic that’s rising skyrockets. The fear curls in my stomach like a snake ready to pounce. Breathless, unable to take in the much needed oxygen. I scramble from the bed, as quietly as possible, needing to get away. Trying to get free.

I’m back in this hole. I thought I had escaped, I thought I was free. But I’m not. I’m back into the darkness once again. Back to where the pain and suffering is. Where I’m at my lowest. I land on the floor on my knees, instantly I begin to crawl, searching for my way out.

It doesn't take me long to reach the door. Hope bursts in my chest, freedom. As I open the door light plunges in. And just like that, I’m back in the present. Fuck, haven't had a nightmare like that in years.

I get to my feet, looking behind me I see Malcolm sprawled on the bed, lying on his belly. The sheets covering his ass and legs, leaving his back bare. His skin tanned from the Spanish sun. Much like my own. I devoured every inch of his body so I know that he has a tan line.

The memories of last night hit me. The carnal need that I had to be with him is something that I had never felt before. The utter power that he exudes only enhanced my pleasure. Malcolm and I, it was passionate, raw, and unbelievably amazing. I never thought sex could be so damn powerful. I never thought I’d want someone so much that I’d give my last breath to be with them and that’s exactly what it was last night. Sheer need and lust. As soon as we’d finish, we’d catch our breaths and recuperate, one of us would end up reaching for the other one, needing them again.

We fucked hard, fast, and brutal, but we also had slow, soft, passionate sex. Both with Malcolm were amazing and the things that man can do with his mouth is sinful. Not to mention he’s talented with his hands. Although, I think I shocked him when I sucked him dry like a damn porn star. I couldn’t help it, I needed to taste him, just as he did me. I knew that last night was it for us, so I had to have him every way possible.

Today though, in the light of day. I realise just how badly we fucked up. It should never have happened. Neither of us should have given into the desire. Stupidity on both of our parts.

I linger at the doorway, not really wanting to go. But knowing I have to. There’s no other way. Malcolm isn’t mine and he never will be. We’re star-crossed lovers and I’m okay with that. I blow him a kiss, it’s my final goodbye and close the door as I walk away.

I find my dress, right where we left it last night, beside the front door, lying on the floor with my shoes beside them. I quickly pull them on. I reach into the pocket of my dress for my phone. I look at the screen and realise I had it on silent mode. Damn. I have forty-seven missed calls and just as many texts.

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