Page 89 of Say I Do

Pleasure crawled up my spine as I brought our bodies so close together I thought we’d fuse into one person. When had I gone from hating Harlow to wanting to possess every bit of him? When had my resentment turned into a yearning that went beyond my dick?

Not now. This isn’t the time to think about that shit.

I focused on the task at hand. Harlow’s nails dug into my ass as he slammed me inside of him as hard as he could.

“Benito!”

“Sì chiama il mio nome mostricio. Non osare fermarti, cazzo.”

Our lips clashed as we came together. His hole tightened around me so much I was sure it would fucking hurt, but all I felt was blissful pleasure. I rocked into him through my orgasm. I wanted, no, Ineededmore of him! We thrust and jerked together until neither of us could take anymore.

“So good,” Harlow panted as I finally stood up. His eyes were glazed over. “Why is it always so good with you?”

“Isn’t sex supposed to be good?” I chuckled.

Harlow blinked as he focused on me. “No, it’s not. Most times, it’s horrible.” As I frowned, he reached out and lightly slapped my cheek. “There’s that look of pity again. Don’t make me kill you.”

My chest tightened. “I don’t pity you, mostricio.”

“Then what is that look?”

“Understanding.”

Harlow searched my face before he nodded. I pulled him into my arms and wrapped him in a tight hug. He stiffened before he slowly relaxed against me. I was sure Harlow and I had come from different pasts, but I knew what it felt like to hurt and to hold that hurt for decades.

Neither of us moved. We simply stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms.

My entire lifeI never thought there would be a moment when I’d feel content. I wasn’t looking for my escape. Although I knew in a few years Benito and I would part ways I’d mostly shoved the idea away. If we never parted, would it be so bad?

I hesitated at the question. One side of me believed all the good I was feeling was bullshit, and the other side, the side I’d assumed died when I was a child, held out hope that happiness was possible for someone like me.

My fingers curled tightly around the hairbrush as I stared at myself in the mirror.Hope. I should spit on the word.It had no place in my vocabulary. Yet here I was, hoping for something with Benito.

????????????????????????????????????????????????(Stop being stupid. Nothing will ever happen. He uses me, and I use him.)

Easier said than done. My stupid heart pounded away, and the urge to seek Benito out still pumped through my veins. I couldn’t afford to lose myself here. If I gave myself fully to Benito, what were the chances he’d toss me in the trash the moment our contract was up?

Memories of our time yesterday made a moan slip free. I could still feel him all over me. His hot hands covered in blood as they held me and brought me to ruin like no one else.

“I’m fucked.”

My phone buzzed on the bathroom counter. I picked it up, welcoming any distraction from my circling thoughts and wayward emotions.

“Are you almost here?” I asked Quincy.

“Yeah, I just wanted to let you know I’m not alone.”

I didn’t even want to ask.

“Come on. It’s no fun if you don’t play along. Just ask me,” Quincy teased.

“Am I going to want to kill you?”

“There’s a fifty percent chance.”

I dropped the brush and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Okay. Who?”

There was a commotion on his side before a voice I’d know anywhere came over the line. “Hey, Har.”

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