“No.”
“Silver, open your fucking eyes.”
“Just get it over with.”
“Silver,” he warns.
I know he doesn’t use that tone a lot, if ever, so I slowly peel my lids open. My breathing cracks when I find him staring down at me.
If I expected pity, there’s none. Instead, there’s a hint of concern, but most of all, his eyes shine with a possessiveness so tangible, I can taste it on my tongue.
“I’m your first,” he says with what seems like awe.
I nod, even though he didn’t ask a question.
“Why am I your first?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Liar.” He starts moving inside me and I grip the edge of the table tighter as he rocks his hips gently.
He’s letting me get used to his size and to his rhythm. Oh, wow. I never thought there would be this side to Cole.
Soon enough, the initial sensation goes away and it’s almost…pleasurable.
A whimper falls from my lips when Cole releases my hair, then massages my clit. The pain vanishes, and a wave pulls me under.
His pace picks up with every stroke of his fingers. A loud sob tears through the air, and I realise it’s mine as I fall apart.
I didn’t even last a minute.
My orgasm engulfs me until all I can recognise is him at my back, in me, all around me.
Cole holds my nape to the table and fucks me hard and wild. He fucks me like he’s taking all the previous years out on me with each of his ruthless thrusts.
I fall again, or maybe it’s the first fall bleeding into the second one. I can’t see straight, let alone think right now.
All I can do is feel him — his power, his presence, his need for more that mirrors mine.
He doesn’t stop.
Not when I’m moaning or whimpering or sobbing my orgasm. It’s not until I can’t stand and am nearly ready to collapse that he pulls out of me. A hot liquid drips between my legs, and I close my eyes, soaking in the sensation.
Still holding me by the neck, Cole gathers the cum that’s dripped from me and fucks it inside me with two surprisingly gentle fingers until I’m nearly begging for another orgasm.
I’m sore and feel used, but at the same time, I still want more.
So much more.
The realisation of what I’ve done hits me right there with my head against Papa’s conference table.
I betrayed my own principles. My beliefs. My parents.
And it’s all because of him.
Cole.
He used me and ruined me beyond repair.