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good balance even on my three-inch heels. And it was anticipation rather than a laissez-faire attitude that gripped me just as he sank his fingers into the fleshy part of my hip, guiding himself into me with one hard thrust.
A sound between a sigh and a small cry left me, quickly silenced by his other hand across the lower part of my face. But it stayed there only until I’d fallen silent, then moved lower, strong fingers wrapping around my throat, making my already galloping pulse spike. I jerked my hips back against his, sheathing him even more firmly inside of me, turning the angle just right. His fingers squeezed harder, keeping my hips still and pushing noticeably against my trachea, before he let go with that upper hand, switching it for a better grip to steady me instead.
He withdrew, then pushed into me again, the motion easily facilitated by just how wet I was. If seeing him again for the first time had made me feel alive, now it was as if someone had rammed a syringe filled with adrenaline directly into my heart. My body remembered what eight months of a dry spell should have let it forget, moving instantly as it was supposed to. It felt so good—so right—that for just a few moments, I forgot why I was here and who was fucking me into oblivion.
Then his lips pressed against the side of my neck, just where I’d stabbed him, and my mind came back online. My body gave an involuntary jerk as I felt his teeth scrape over my skin, then sink deeper—not enough to draw blood but hard enough to hurt. His fingers disappeared from my hips, giving me a moment where I might have turned around, but I was too slow. On his next thrust forward, he pressed me more firmly against the balustrade, just as his hands came up to mine, twining our fingers. On the left side, it was almost a caress—loving, tender—but on the right his digits convulsed around mine, making badly knit bones grate against each other, a stark reminder of what I’d been forced to do to myself to get away.
To live.
One might have thought that was enough to shake the haze of lust from my mind, but no. Instead of trying to lessen the pain, I squeezed right back, forcing the ring to bite deeper into my hand, but also his above it. His breath was rasping loud against my ear, hitching when my own pain became almost unbearable—and then I came, clenching hard around him, ecstasy racing through my veins. I let out a harsh gasp, cutting off the building scream before it made it past my lips. Just as my enjoyment crested, I felt him release into me, finishing with two hard jerks before he let go, stepping away immediately.
While he zipped himself up, I let the heavy full skirt of my dress drop, making me appear decent within seconds. My mind was still blank, my heart now slowing down, even with fear and apprehension, paired with a hefty dose of self-loathing, slowly taking over. So much for my plan to string him along forever, always teasing but never giving him what he wanted.
Well, there was always a plan B. And C. And twenty-three other letters in the alphabet.
Darren was still crowding me but that one step away that he’d taken was enough for me to turn around, my knee brushing against his. He looked up, and for a moment he tensed, presumably to catch me should I run, but I had no intention to. Instead, I leaned back against the low wall that had supported me so well, feeling just a hint of vertigo when my conscious mind screamed at my brain stem that it would take only a small shove to send me backward into my certain death.
“I see… not much has changed,” I observed, again glad that my voice held none of the apprehension currently tightening its grip around my throat.
His brows went up and he cocked his head to the side, studying me as if my words puzzled him.
“One would think that it has, considering,” he replied.
“Considering what? The fact that you’re banging that little slut of yours?” I let that hang in the air between us
A sound between a sigh and a small cry left me, quickly silenced by his other hand across the lower part of my face. But it stayed there only until I’d fallen silent, then moved lower, strong fingers wrapping around my throat, making my already galloping pulse spike. I jerked my hips back against his, sheathing him even more firmly inside of me, turning the angle just right. His fingers squeezed harder, keeping my hips still and pushing noticeably against my trachea, before he let go with that upper hand, switching it for a better grip to steady me instead.
He withdrew, then pushed into me again, the motion easily facilitated by just how wet I was. If seeing him again for the first time had made me feel alive, now it was as if someone had rammed a syringe filled with adrenaline directly into my heart. My body remembered what eight months of a dry spell should have let it forget, moving instantly as it was supposed to. It felt so good—so right—that for just a few moments, I forgot why I was here and who was fucking me into oblivion.
Then his lips pressed against the side of my neck, just where I’d stabbed him, and my mind came back online. My body gave an involuntary jerk as I felt his teeth scrape over my skin, then sink deeper—not enough to draw blood but hard enough to hurt. His fingers disappeared from my hips, giving me a moment where I might have turned around, but I was too slow. On his next thrust forward, he pressed me more firmly against the balustrade, just as his hands came up to mine, twining our fingers. On the left side, it was almost a caress—loving, tender—but on the right his digits convulsed around mine, making badly knit bones grate against each other, a stark reminder of what I’d been forced to do to myself to get away.
To live.
One might have thought that was enough to shake the haze of lust from my mind, but no. Instead of trying to lessen the pain, I squeezed right back, forcing the ring to bite deeper into my hand, but also his above it. His breath was rasping loud against my ear, hitching when my own pain became almost unbearable—and then I came, clenching hard around him, ecstasy racing through my veins. I let out a harsh gasp, cutting off the building scream before it made it past my lips. Just as my enjoyment crested, I felt him release into me, finishing with two hard jerks before he let go, stepping away immediately.
While he zipped himself up, I let the heavy full skirt of my dress drop, making me appear decent within seconds. My mind was still blank, my heart now slowing down, even with fear and apprehension, paired with a hefty dose of self-loathing, slowly taking over. So much for my plan to string him along forever, always teasing but never giving him what he wanted.
Well, there was always a plan B. And C. And twenty-three other letters in the alphabet.
Darren was still crowding me but that one step away that he’d taken was enough for me to turn around, my knee brushing against his. He looked up, and for a moment he tensed, presumably to catch me should I run, but I had no intention to. Instead, I leaned back against the low wall that had supported me so well, feeling just a hint of vertigo when my conscious mind screamed at my brain stem that it would take only a small shove to send me backward into my certain death.
“I see… not much has changed,” I observed, again glad that my voice held none of the apprehension currently tightening its grip around my throat.
His brows went up and he cocked his head to the side, studying me as if my words puzzled him.
“One would think that it has, considering,” he replied.
“Considering what? The fact that you’re banging that little slut of yours?” I let that hang in the air between us
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