Page 58 of Piece You Saved

I fuck her hard and deep, slamming home until I touch the end of her, my balls slapping the underside of her perfect ass. I bottom out inside her, but it still isn’t enough. I need to be deeper. I withdraw until I’ve almost pulled out and do it again. Then I ride her hard, slamming into her with a growl as the table screams across the floor. Something crashes. I don’t look up to see what it was.

The laptop? Her breakfast? Who fucking cares?

I kiss her hard and take her even harder as she moans and bucks under me.

Her muscle ripples around me an instant before she suddenly freezes and holds still. She’s hovering over the edge now, her body ready to blow. I break the kiss to stare into her stunned, wide-open eyes as I pound into her one last time.

Her head goes back, and her pussy spasms as she comes around my dick with a ragged, desperate moan. She’s gasping, her nails piercing my back, as she bathes my dick in her release.

“Fuck.” I pump harder, my pace relentless.“Fuuuck!”

Twice more.

That’s all I can take of her tight pussy strangling my dick.

I come hard with a groan, holding her still as I jerk inside her.

Pressing a kiss on her throat as she sighs beneath me, I rest my head on her shoulder as I fight to steady my breathing. She smooths her hands up under my shirt and down my back, making me want to purr. Her heart pounds as hard as mine does. And then I remember her bruises and yank my head up to peer into her face.

“Shit. Angel, how’s your—”

She’s smiling as she flutters her eyes open. “You didn’t hurt me.” Her smile fades as she slips her hands from under my shirt to cradle my jaw with both palms. “You could never hurt me.”

No one has ever looked at me with such naked trust before. Not fucking once. “You seem to be wearing rose-colored glasses, angel.”

Her fingers brush my jaw as her gaze turns warmer. Not loving. Love doesn’t exist anymore than God does, but this… There’s a look in her eyes I could bask under every day for the next hundred years and still crave it. I’d still craveher.

“Do I?”

I kiss her because I can’t fucking help myself. “You do. Never take them off.”

Spotting her breakfast sitting on the edge of the table, I turn to look for the laptop. It’s not on the table, which means that crash could have only been one thing. Shit. Her hands tighten around my face, halting me.

The smile is gone in her eyes. She doesn’t say a word, but the trust is still there, and it shouldn’t be. I fucked up the plan, let Rylan taunt me right out. Because I did, she and Aden nearly died.

“You’re better than you think you are,” she says quietly.

What the fuck does she see in me to make her think that?

“I’m worse than you know, angel.”

A frown furrows her brow.

I kiss it away and bend to lift her. “Come on. We’ll be more comfortable in bed, and I need to make sure I didn’t break the laptop.”

“Kade…” She’s still looking at me like I’m something I’m not.

“I fucked up the plan.” I don’t know what compels me to tell her something I know will kill the look in her eyes. “I let Rylan taunt me outside. That’s how he got up to the attic to you and Aden.”

I wait, bracing myself for her response.

She frames my face with both hands. “Not your fault.”

“I had one job.Onefucking job. Watch the fucking stairs and don’t let anyone get past me.” I bark out a laugh, a hard, mirthless sound. “Well, I fucked up. You and Aden nearly died because of me.”

So stop looking at me as if I’m something. I don’t fucking deserve it.

I move to get up, so I don’t have to see the look in her eyes die.

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