Page 151 of Anger

I’ll never kiss him.

Never let him that close.

He’s done everything he can to prove he’ll never be worthy.

Damon

This is all Blue was meant to be.

This right here.

Two people using each other as a way to get off.

But then she called me out that first night.

She saw beneath the lies I wear like a second skin to see the scars beneath. Then she crawled beneath that skin, took me by surprise, and is now a woman I want to run from rather than the escape I’d intended.

Blue wants my story?

I’ll give it to her, but only one scar at a time.

Meanwhile, she’ll pay dearly for it with her beautiful body, soothing the voices in my head for short periods of time, before asking her damn questions and bringing my past back to life

I can’t claim she doesn’t still mesmerize me, though. Even now, I stare at her face. Her eyes are closed just like when she’s dancing, her mind free of all the congestion I know is inside her head.

Blue is always so busy looking over her shoulder and asking those damn questions that it’s easy to guess her mind never relaxes.

In that way, she’s a lot like me.

Her body is displayed before me, but I can’t help tracing my eyes over the line of her jaw, taking in the way her lips part on a heady moan.

That sound.

What I know I’m doing to her.

It makes me harder than I’ve ever been, tension running over every muscle in my body because I can’t get enough of her.

Her fingernails dig into the back of my neck, and I punish her in return by digging the tips of my fingers into her hips. Blue rides me faster, the slick sound of our bodies coming together, blending with the moans that crawl up her throat.

I take a moment to watch the fluid strength of her movement, the beat she pumps her hips to as if she’s dancing. Her damn hips make my mouth water. The way they swirl with the rhythm of her pushing up and down over my cock.

A man starving for more, I begin to lose control.

She’s taking what she wants, and I want to steal that from her.

It’s uncontrollable, my reaction to her.

I need more.

I lose my patience letting her ride, and I hide a smile when I move suddenly to flip our position so that her back is against the stage.

A gasp falls over her lips, her eyes flicking open at mine in surprise.

Blue thinks it’s her body that makes her beautiful, but there’s more to her than a set of perfect tits, a heart shaped ass and an abdomen that is nearly as cut as mine.

It’s her eyes, though, that make her unique, a woman unlike any other.

Her eyes make her beautiful because of how she sees the world around her.

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