Him.
The giant hole in my heart.
Cole’s eyes are black with lust as he works my body into a quivering mess. I writhe beneath him, my hands straining against their restraints, desperate to touch him. His tattoos come to life as his shoulders flex and contract as he fucks me. Because there’s nothing romantic about this... it isn’t us admitting our feelings. It’s an exorcism. A war of hearts that I know I’ll lose. Because Cole might care about his family, he might even care about me... but he doesn’t care enough.
Before I would have mistaken this for something else, the start of our love story. But I’m not that girl anymore. I don’t speak in the language of hearts and flowers and first dates, but this... this I understand.
“What happened to you, Hadley? Why are you like this?” Cole slows his pace, grinding into me with measured restraint. We both groan, his mouth hovering over mine as if he’s stealing the very air from my lungs.
I press my lips together in defiance. He wants my secrets, but he won’t give me his.
It’s a game I refuse to play.
His gaze narrows, becoming even more sharp and deadly. But I see the flash of curiosity there. Cole Jagger might be the devil in disguise, but he still has a shred of humanity left.
“Answer the question, preppy.” His low growl vibrates all the way to the pit of my stomach.
“Did you kill Charlie?” I blurt out.
Hissing with disapproval, Cole slams his lips to mine, kissing me with the same ferocity as he drives into me, over and over, wrecking my body until I’m sure it will break apart.
I should hate him.
Part of me does hate him.
But I also crave him.
I want to know what makes him tick, what caused the darkness that lives inside him.
“Cole... stop,” I pant, as an intense wave of pleasure rolls through me. “It’s too much...”
Suddenly, I’m worried that if I shatter, if I allow him to take this from me—whatever it is—I’ll never get it back.
“Too late...” he taunts, licking my cheek, as he grabs my legs and forces them around his hips. “We’re not done until you’re coming all over my dick, screaming my name. I’m going to ruin you for any other guy, Hadley. Hayden... My brother... Ben fucking Trainor... they don’t ever get to know what this feels like. Ever.”
“God...” I breathe as the waves grow stronger, pulsing inside me like a storm.
Cole dips his head, sucking and lapping at my breasts like a man starved. His teeth clamp down around my nipple, sending a bolt of pain shooting through me, but it quickly morphs to pleasure as he soothes it with his tongue, and I shatter.
“Cole.... I’m... God...” The world grows small and then explodes into bliss as my pussy clamps around him.
“Fuck, Hads... fuuuuck.”
My heart flutters at his use of my nickname as he jerks inside me.
But I stuff down the emotions.
He collapses on top of me, sweaty and spent. Reaching up, Cole untangles my wrists and I let my arms fall to my sides, rolling the ache out of my wrists.
The silence is deafening, neither of us sure what to say in the aftermath of the best sex I’ve ever had—not that I have any recent experiences to compare it to.
“Cole, I—”
“Don’t.” He rolls off me and sits up, leaving me cold. Dread snakes through me that this was a mistake.
Of course it was a mistake. What did you expect?
Cole let Marissa suck him off and then he came and found me, and I let him fuck me.