And I fucking love it. I kick my shoes off and jerk my jeans down. Grabbing my cock, I start to slide my hand up and down, jerking my hand on my piercing.
“That’s it, Brat.” I don’t think my dick has ever been this hard. There’s something intoxicating about being this connected with someone because she’s fucking primal, wild right now. She’s at war with herself, and that turns me on.
Power. It flows through me as I sit, spread my legs, and grab her hips so she can straddle me.
“Now, fuck me hard. I want to feel how much you despise me.” With eyes like glittering gems, she takes over. Nails dig into my chest, and she drags them across my abs. The sting makes me growl as her lips hover over my mouth.
She wants my soul.
The truth is, I gave it to her years ago.
“Fuck me, baby,” I demand as she grabs my cock, impaling herself on it in one fast thrust.
“I do hate you. I fucking hate you more than you can imagine.” Her tight cunt is so wet and hot that I grab her hips, needing her to move.
She smiles and her lips take mine, her tongue twisting as we fall back into our own rhythm. Her hands reach around for mine and she removes them. Then I’m gone. When she stops kissing me, her hands move to the back of the couch on both sides of my head and she raises herself slowly off me, then thrusts down hard as we both groan.
“Jesus.” My nostrils flare as she fucks me. Her full tits hit my face. As I bite and suck on the piercing, she rams her wet core up and down on me.
“I hate you,” she hisses like a feral cat, nails digging into the couch as she pounds herself on me. Her head is thrown back, and if I died right now, I’d be fine. I’ll never have this connection with anyone but her. It’s raw and powerful, fucking ecstasy. She jerks her hot, slick cunt greedily on my hard cock. Thrusting and rubbing her clit on me, she works us into a frenzy and I let go. Fucking soar as I call her name. My hands grasp her ass, and my piercing hits her G-spot. Her cunt grabs my cock and we both go off together.
“Fuck,” I say hoarsely as my cock fills her cunt. She collapses on me, her lips and breath cooling my neck. Our bodies are slick with sweat as we both try to come back to earth.
Slowly she lifts her head and we stare at each other, her finger tracing my lips as she lets me stay inside her. Be with her.
She seems calm, connected.
“Gia.”
Slowly, she lifts herself off me. And I know that we are not over, that she will and always has been mine.
My muse.
She stands, her hair having come loose in our primal fucking. It flows in wild disarray around her face.
She says nothing but turns and walks to the bathroom, slamming the door. What the hell just happened? I look at the closed door and smooth my hand up and down my face. Christ, that was more than casual fucking. Neither of us expected something that intense.
I jerk my jeans up and put on my shoes as the shower turns on.
“Fuck.” I grab my cigarettes, lighting up as I make my way to the door. I’m not sure what I expected to happen, but mind-altering fucking was not it. I bring the cigarette to my lips and smell her on my fingers, my shirt, goddammit.
I’ve got to get out of here. I don’t trust myself to stay. There are things I need to clean up in my life. And we both need time to cool down and process what just happened, because now I want more.
Fuck that, I want all of her. I pull out my phone and press on Rafe’s number.
“What?” he snaps.
“Get her to sign the contracts and tell them I’m ready to start filming. Now.”
I hang up before he can respond. Rafe will get her to sign. She’s in too deep now not to. We both know it.
Good or bad, it’s time.
GIA
Present – Twenty-five years old
On the way to London, England
“Granger, I love you.” “Ammo, I want you.” “Rock God, Cashhhh, over here.” Their screams make my already limited amount of patience drop to zero.
“Nuke, Cash, remember me? Rock God…” I stand patiently and watch all the usual chaos. This is the madness that happens whenever you travel with them. Yet today, I’m not in the mood. We’re preparing to fly to London, but the fans essentially attacked us when we made our way across the tarmac. Thank God they have Ace and his crew. I know Rhys hates having security but they… he needs it.