Page 63 of The Worst Pucking Deal

“Where are you going, sweet bunny?” he calls after me. I ignore his taunting voice and focus on avoiding the furniture in his dark living room.

I don’t even know why the hell I’m running, or what I think I’m going to get out of it. I’m stark naked, which means I’m confined to this apartment. It might be big, and have rooms I haven’t even been in yet. But that doesn’t mean it’s too big to find me. It’s only a matter of time before Sawyer catches me. We both know it.

“Lucia!” Sawyer sounds less amused now. “Stop fucking running and behave like a grown ass adult instead of playing games.”

“I’m not playing games,” I squeak. Fueled by a stubborn need to get away, I try the door next to the guest bedroom I’ve slept in.

To my surprise, it opens and I dart inside. Now what? The room is nothing like the one I’ve been in. Sure, it’s another bedroom, but it’s so much more… I don’t even know how to describe it. Personal? Yeah, I guess that’s it.

On the wall hang pictures of what looks like a family. Mom, Dad, and… oh my God, is that kid Sawyer? I move closer, running my fingers across the frames. They all look so happy. One picture is of the woman and man watching as a small Sawyer rides his bike. I wonder if it’s his first time riding it by himself?

“You have no right being in here.”

I let out a bloodcurdling scream and spin around so fast I feel dizzy for a second. “Don’t do that,” I scold.

Sawyer quirks a brow and stares unamused at me. “Don’t do what? Don’t go snooping in your home? Oh wait, that’s you and not me.”

Ignoring his admonishing tone, I shake my head and explain. “No. I meant, don’t sneak up on me.” As my breathing calms down, I consider what he just said. “And I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go snooping…” I scrunch my nose in distaste at the word. “… I only tried to get away from you.”

When Sawyer moves behind me, I feel it more than hear it. He’s like a magnet, and my body is ready to obey him in every sense of the word. My mind, however, is fighting to stay clear of the erotic fog that seems to take over whenever we’re together. Especially when we’re naked, which we both are.

“Lucia—”

Although I like the way he pronounces my name, I interrupt him. “Are those your parents?”

Sawyer moves closer, not stopping until his hands are on my hips and his hardness nestled in the crevice of my ass. “Yes.” His hot breath fans across my shoulder.

He bites down on my shoulder. It’s not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make my back arch, pushing my ass against him. “Sawyer.” My voice is all breathy and low.

“Those pictures are some of the few memories I have of us being together as a happy family,” Sawyer says. It’s hard to focus on his words when he tightens his hold on my hips and grinds against me. “I don’t think my mom was cheating yet. But she did not long after.”

His words clear the fog from my brain. “Y-your mom cheated on your dad?” I ask. I don’t know what’s shocking me more; finding out that this is like some kind of shrine to a time that’s long gone, or that he’s opening up, sharing with me.

“She did,” he confirms. His voice is gravelly and his breathing ragged as he grinds harder against me. “For years, until he finally had enough and left.”

“Oh shit,” I mutter as something clicks together in my head. “That’s why you punched that guy, isn’t it? Because he accused you of cheating.”

“I don’t fucking cheat. And I don’t fuck anyone who’s married.”

Well… shit. Now I definitely can’t tell him about Fabian because judging by how hard he’s gripping my hips and the tone of his voice, fucking a married woman is a hard pass for Sawyer. One he wasn’t aware he was breaking, but I was. I consider telling him the truth, but then I shut that shit down fast. Sawyer is my ticket to freedom. Even if I’m slowly growing a conscience, I can’t allow it to change anything.

Sawyer grunts in annoyance when I turn around, and when I see the look on his face, I kind of wish I’d stayed with my back to him. He looks… haunted. There’s no other word for it. I stretch and wrap my arms around his neck, adding pressure until he bends so I can fuse our lips together. He kisses me like he fucks; hard and so demanding, he starts a fire in my lower stomach.

I jump and wrap my legs around him. “Take me to bed,” I murmur. His hands squeeze my ass cheeks, holding me in place while he carries me back to his bedroom.

As soon as we enter the room, he walks over to the wall, so it’s at my back. We’re still kissing, and I’m gyrating my hips so his cock slides between my pussy lips. When he breaks the kiss and puts some distance between us, I don’t open my eyes. I’m too scared I’ll see the haunted expression on his face.

“Look at me,” he commands. I shake my head. “Fucking look at me when I’m speaking to you, bunny.”

My eyes flutter open. Our gazes lock; his dark one on my green orbs. It feels as though time stands still while we look at each other, locked in something unspoken that I’m not sure I understand.

“Do you want my cock inside your cunt?” he rasps, moving one hand between us so he can swirl my clit around.

“Y-fuck.” A moan bubbles up my throat as he adds more pressure, working my clit like a pro.

“Answer me, bunny.”

“Yes… oh God. Yes. Please.”

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