Her eyes widen when she notices the condom I take out, and she asks, “Were you hoping to get lucky?”
I chuckle. “Darling, with you, I don't have to hope.” Wrapping my hand around my hard-on, I jerk it a few times, and she licks her lips when she notices the precum leaking from the tip, but I shake my head. “We have no time for that, love.” And then I grab her hips, lifting her up in my arms as she circles her arms around my neck and locks her legs behind my back.
I enter her with one swift thrust, pushing her hard against the door, and she moans, arching her neck, but then she looks at me again when I don't do anything else.
Just stretch her to the fucking brink with her hot pussy wrapped tightly around me, heaven and hell on earth at the same time.
Despite everything in me screaming for me to fucking move and bring us the release we both so fucking want, I focus my stare on her before leaning closer, whispering into her ear, “Are you mine, baby?”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
Her nails dig into my back. I can barely feel them through the shirt, yet I welcome her staking her claim nevertheless, while her thighs clamp around me. She bites my neck so hard she will probably draw blood if she’s not careful enough. “Yes,” she whispers, licking over the wound before biting on it again. I growl as it only adds to the pressure building inside me, driving me insane with the need to speed up my movements and fuck her hard.
Not yet.
“Mine and only mine,” I say, hiking her higher before pulling back and slamming inside her again, making us both groan.
“Yes, only yours.” Her lips trail over my ear as she murmurs into it, “No one else’s.” She fists my hair, jerking my head back so our eyes meet. “Now fuck me hard so the whole world knows it too.”
Smashing my mouth over hers while we lock in a fucking hard kiss that stakes my claim on her once and for all, I clench her ass cheeks in my hands while speeding up my movements, driving into her over and over again, swallowing her moans of pleasure with each jerk of my hips, filling her to the brink, needing her to let go in my arms before I do the same.
She groans in protest when I leave her without my mouth, latching onto her neck and sucking on the skin as I continue to slam inside her. Her pussy clenches around my length as her raspy breathing fills the space, accompanied by occasional whimpers and moans. The sound of our flesh slapping against each other mixes with it and adds to the high driving my body, demanding fucking release… but not until she has hers.
She freezes and cries out, her back arching her toward me as her pussy clamps over me so tight it’s fucking hard to breathe. It takes everything in me to push back and slide inside again, the familiar prickling in my back alerting me to my own release, but not before I kiss her once again. Drinking from her mouth, I thrust in and out of her a few more times before I fucking come, spilling inside the condom, and I vow to one day know what it’s like to have my woman without any barriers between us.
With her still in my arms as we both catch our breaths, I say, “Don’t dance with Sebastian again.”
Her laughter bounces off the walls and soothes the edges inside me, calming this storm that I call my life and giving me hope that once all this shit is over… she will be mine without reservation.
Maybe then we will both find the land where sinners atone.
Phoenix
Groaning at my reflection in the mirror in the library’s bathroom—I guess rich people can have it all—I quickly adjust my dress properly and huff in frustration at several hickeys marking my neck right now.
It’s impossible to cover them up. He staked a claim on me as if I’m some kind of cow!
Shaking my head, I bring some curls to the front so at least they cover some of the red marks while still keeping the pretense of a morally good person.
Although my fiancé just fucked me against a wall in the library of all places, while my moans of pleasure probably could have been heard in the distance.
I can just imagine all the headlines with zoomed photos on my skin of how we’re shameful people who can’t keep it in their pants.
The place between my legs still throbs with each move, reminding me of how relentless he is in his passion, hot and possessive to the point of madness, and my body responded to it.
Loved it.
Craved it.
So of course, it surrendered to him.
“God, what are you doing, Phoenix?” I ask my reflection, but the woman staring back at me is as clueless as me about this whole thing, although one realization is crystal-clear.
No matter how much I deny it or try to run away… it’s impossible to ignore my pull toward Zach and what it has the power to become.
They say love at first sight doesn’t exist, and that’s not our story anyway. More like hate at first sight with a passion so strong a human is hopeless against it.
However, what if we had met under different circumstances without him hurting me so much? Then would it have been the love at first sight that so many books and movies speak of?
Would I have accepted it with all my being, holding on to this opportunity of a lifetime, and let my heart lead me to Zachary, despite my hesitation of how different we are?
Can I still do it now and give him a chance after all this mess is done?
Bury my unbearable pain with the past, putting the blame where it really belongs, and accept that some things in life are unpredictable and a person has the right to try for happiness again, even if the choice is questionable at best?
My heart is exhausted from the constant suffering it has been subjected to for years, and I crave just a bit of happiness to finally enjoy this life again, to live and not just survive.
Placing my faith in Zachary will be either one of the best or most foolish things I’ve done, but shouldn’t I try at least?
With one last glance at myself, I leave the bathroom and stroll to the door ready to face the world again, wondering how much longer we need to stay here to satisfy everyone’s curiosity. I doubt the unsub will show up with any tricks, because he would have done so by now. Maybe he enjoys our misery, because we don’t know when he is going to strike again, and it’s spiking our anticipation and in return getting him off on the power play he thinks he has?
I stop abruptly when I spot an envelope on the floor a few feet away from the door; someone must have slipped it inside. I pick it up, wanting to place it on one of the tables, only to frown when I see my name written on it.
“What in the world?” I mutter, opening it up, and take out a letter.
Or more like a small note.
And when I read it, the world around me crumbles. I sway to the side, hitting my hip on the corner of the table, and the pain travels all through my system, but I barely notice it through the one piercing my heart.
A sob slips past my lips while I shake my head in denial, not wanting to believe a single word, yet everything in my head clicks with this truth, aligning all the blocks in perfect order to form a picture that destroys me in ways I thought nothing could anymore.
Fisting the paper in my hand, I search for the strength within me to straighten up and blindly follow the hall to the common room, where I see Zach standing at the end of the hallway with his father.
I’ll wait for you, darling. You won’t be going back alone. Everyone will know who you belong to.
His words ring in my ears while bitter laughter almost erupts from my mouth at how ridiculous all of this was.