Page 50 of West Bound

I must’ve been holding my breath because I grow lightheaded and feel foggy, like I’m stuck between reality and a dream.

How does he do this to me? My IQ plummets every time he touches me. I revert back to that naive girl who just wanted him to like her, and immediately I feel that same embarrassment I did years ago and chide myself for being so pathetic. But I just can’t help myself when he’s so close. I lose all sense of the strong, independent woman I am, the woman I created, when he uses that commanding voice of his like he does.

That’s why, when he crushes his mouth to mine, I moan like a wanton woman. It’s why I grind into him like a virgin riding a pommel horse. It’s why I choke out the words, “taste me” when I should be yelling at him to stop.

He takes my lip between his teeth and stretches it to the point of pain. Then he licks my swollen lip and swallows me in a kiss. His strokes are long and deep, much like he fucks, and I feel myself turning to mush in his arms.

While his mouth caresses mine tenderly, his deft fingers slide into me, thick and strong. He moves and glides and saws in and out of me in the same way he did with his stupid magical dick.

“I hate you, Phoenix but fuuuck…that feels so…good,” I moan out breathily as his long fingers curl and rub and massage in the most glorious way imaginable.

His laugh in response to what I say is a deep rumble and so damn sexy.

“My dick is weeping just remembering how well your pussy took it. Like it was made just for me.”

I writhe against his hand, rolling my hips in sync with his ministrations. Little sparks begin igniting in my body and the coil of desire begins to thrum.

“Shit. You’re gonna make me come.”

“Isn’t that the whole point of this, Peaches?” He drops my wrists so that he can tease my nipples while his other hand continues to strum my pussy.

His thumb rubs circles over my swollen clit and my spine goes stiff. I mewl and whimper and claw at his shoulders as I keen closer and closer to the edge. He must recognize the sounds of my incoming orgasm because just as he hits that delicious spot and flicks my clit, he slants his mouth over mine and swallows my cries.

Bright lights flash behind my lids and I swear I can hear colors and see sound. I dig my nails into Phoenix’s smooth skin and it spurs him to thrust a third finger in me, drawing out my orgasm and sending me into a vortex.

I’m heaving, my chest in a rapid rise and fall, and Phoenix kisses my neck with a sweet gentleness. My eyes flutter open and he draws his fingers from me, brings them to his lips, and licks them clean, pulling them from his mouth with a resounding pop.

With eyes closed and head back, his Adam's apple bobs and a sensual moan rolls through the small room.

“Best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.” His cocky grin has me snapping back to reality and once again, I loathe myself for feeling such satisfaction from a man who at one time, brought me so much pain.

Images flash and that little voice inside my head tells me this is all a joke and a man like him could never truly want a girl like me.

“Let me out,” I pant. “Now. Let me out now, Phoenix.”

He drops me to my feet with a rather stunned look on his face. My dress is a wrinkled mess and I’m sure my mascara is smudged. I push past him and go straight for the door.

“Vivian, wait. Don’t run away.”

“Stop doing this. Just stop…”

“Making you feel like no other man ever has or will? Not in a million years. Not until you’re mine.”

My jaw unhinges like a spring has broken and I have only a moment before he’s advancing on me again. My feet stumble backwards and I smack the door that I was trying to escape through. He takes my chin in his hand and lowers his head until our eyes are so close that we can’t see the world around us.

“Let go of all that past shit and open your eyes to see how fucking perfect we could be. You want me, I know you do. Quit all this bullshit ‘I hate you’ because we both know you don’t. I think you might even love me. You love the way I fuck you. You love the way my dick makes you scream, the way it makes you cry. You love the filthy words I whisper to you. And you fucking love being my dirty little slut. You’re already mine. The sooner you admit it to yourself, the sooner I can show what you’ve been missing. Because God Vivian, the nasty things I want to do to your body…should be criminal.”

He kisses me hard and fast. Just one quick kiss, not delving deeper, then releases me. I stand frozen, completely in shock and in complete denial. I can’t open myself up to someone like Phoenix West. He’s the type of man who could destroy me. And after all that I’ve done to become the woman who stands here today, it would only take a slight breeze to have me tumbling down like a house of flimsy cards.

Me: I need you…NOW!

I send CeCe a text knowing she’s here, somewhere, probably holding Luca’s phone while he pisses. But whatever she’s doing, nothing is more important than the crisis I find myself in.

CeCe: Is this like, I broke a nail emergency, or I’ve fallen down a well and need Lassie situation?

Me: It’s a, I let Phoenix West finger bang me in the trainer's room and now I’m freaking the fuck out.

CeCe: OMW

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