“Last chance to run, Hadley.”
Her eyes hold mine for a beat before they drop to where I’m slowly working myself, imagining what it’s going to be like as I sink deep inside her once again.
“Never. You don’t scare me, Cole,” she repeats.
I might hate the broken within her, but her strength? That, I’m in fucking awe of.
Dropping to the mattress, I force her knees wide and stare down at her swollen pussy.
“I’m going to taste you later,” I warn, but right now, I need this too fucking badly.
I run the head of my cock through her wetness before surging inside her.
She stills and cries out at the sudden invasion, but I don’t allow her any time because I’m too fucking desperate to be surrounded by her. To be consumed by her. To be lost to her.
I slide my hands under her ass and watch as I pull out of her before slamming back in.
“Cole,” she cries, her back arching and her fingers fisting the sheets beneath her.
“That’s it, Little Dove. Let everyone know who’s doing this to you,”
“Oh God, oh God,” she whimpers as I pick up my pace. My vision blurs as the sensation takes over and I put all my focus into giving us both what we need.
My muscles pull tight as I slam into her, my release right in touching distance.
Our chests heave, our skin coated in a sheen of sweat as she continues to cry out my name. My chest swells every time I hear it, knowing that Conner is probably listening from his room next door.
She’s mine, motherfucker. All fucking mine.
Dropping my fingers to her clit, I pinch hard, finally allowing her to fall over the edge. Her pussy squeezes me impossibly tight as she cries out one final time, milking my own release out of me. I tip my head back and groan as the sensation floods me.
The past vanishes. My pain disappears and the future blurs so that only this exists. Just the two of us and just this pleasure we’ve managed to find within all our darkness and shadows.
“Fuck,” I pant, falling down beside her.
“Yeah,” she agrees, her own breathing erratic after her high. “I guess I should go.” Her body stiffens as if she’s about to get up, and without thinking, my arm flies out and locks around her waist.
“Stay. Just for a bit.”
She turns rigid under my hold, but it doesn't deter me.
I pull her tighter, tucking her hot little body against mine.
I can’t explain it—I have no idea what I’m doing, and I’m trying not to think about it. All I know is that I can’t let her leave yet.
I just … I just need to hold her.
“Cole?” she asks, clearly as confused by my actions as I am.
“You told me to take what I needed, so I am.”
“Okay,” she breathes.
The heat of her skin burns into me, her scent fills my nose, and her calming, yet broken aura surrounds me. By some miracle, I find myself drifting off to sleep.
I tell myself that it’s probably the vodka and the beating, but even I know that I’m probably lying to myself.
Chapter Twenty-Three