“You want harder? You want me to break you, little girl?”
Silly man. He thinks I don’t know what he’s doing.
“That’s what I said. What’s wrong? Is this all you’ve got?”
He roars before pummeling my pussy. My entire body slaps against the wet tile every time his dick slams inside me, over and over and over again.
We are reduced to nothing more than grunts and curses, the silence saying so much more than words ever could.
By punishing me, by hurting me, he’s punishing and hurting himself.
Except, he can’t hurt me. I want this. I want it all. Every single thing he has to offer, because I won’t ever get enough of him.
“Don’t be a pussy, Lincoln. Fuck me like you mean it. Give it all to me.”
Linc roars out his frustration and anger. His hand tightens in my hair, pulling me away from the wall seconds before he releases my wrists, forcing me to brace myself or else fall flat on my face.
Practically at a ninety-degree angle, Linc doesn’t miss a beat, fucking me like a ragdoll, fucking me like he doesn’t give a shit about me.
Like he’s only doing it to wet his dick
Like he’s ready to throw me away.
Like he hates me.
Fuck that.
“Harder.”
I go to rub my clit out but he’s quick to slap my hand away.
“This isn’t about you, Octavia. You don’t get to come.”
Asshole.
My head hits the wall twice before Linc pulls out of my pussy and throws me down on the floor, his dick aimed at my face. Water washes down all over me and I can barely keep my eyes open but I realize what he’s doing just as I feel the first jet of his cum on my cheek.
Fucker thinks this will debase me? Degrade me?
Kneeling like a good girl, I open my mouth and greedily try to lick up any of the cum that drips onto my lips and chin.
His stare is cold and unforgiving, but I know he’s in there somewhere.
It’s only when he turns the water off and steps out of the shower, leaving me there alone, that I realize the extent of his self-sabotage.
Idiot man.
He can’t get rid of me that easily.
* * *
While our time away wasn’t what we’d hoped it would be, I can’t help but feel closer to Lincoln than I was when we left, even with everything that happened after I saw that side of him. He hasn’t apologized, but I don’t need him to. I told him I love him, dark parts and all, and I meant it. At least we did get a bit of a break… even if it wasn’t as peaceful as we’d have liked.
Lincoln pulls the Porsche into his driveway, stopping by the garage. “Do you want to come in?”
I grin at him and nod. “Yes. I want to see East, too. It’s been strange being away from him, even if it was only a few days.”
He nods, putting his hand on my thigh as I unbuckle. “Octavia… what happened in Mexico…”