Page 70 of Bleeding Hearts Duet

I obeyed him without question. It was becoming a habit.

Once I was close enough, he pulled me into his lap and wrapped his arms around me. “I like to push you. To see the darkness that’s inside of you too.”

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before,” I admitted. “It confuses me sometimes.”

“Because you shouldn’t feel this way about me,” he supplied.

I shrugged because it was the truth. I shouldn’t feel this way about him. Based on the secrets that founded this bond, I feared it would all come toppling down around me any day now. Just as he kept trying to tell me.

“If it makes you feel any better,” he replied, “I never intended to feel anything about you either, Brighton.”

“So it was only about the agreement to you.” My voice was heavy with defeat.

“Five years ago, yes. But not now. Not since the first time I slid inside of you, claiming you as my own. I think about it all the time. About that moment.”

“You do?” I looked up at him in surprise.

“Of course,” he continued. “When you’re not with me, and I’m left to my own devices, what else am I supposed to do? When you told me you wished it was me…. God, I’ve rubbed myself raw replaying that moment in my mind.”

“You think of me when you pleasure yourself?” I asked.

“Of course I do.” He shot me an impish look. “I think about the way your perfect tits fit into the palms of my hands or the way your hair spills down your back when I’m fucking you from behind. How tight your ass was the first time I took you there. The marks I left on your back, I think about those all the time, baby girl. All. The. Fucking. Time.”

His voice grew more excited as he spoke, and my heart did a little flip in my chest.

“What do you think about?” he asked.

I tried to look away, but he turned my chin back towards him.

“Sometimes, I think about the first time you… went down on me. I never thought I would enjoy something like that, it felt so strange…”

A smug grin tugged at his lips, and he kissed me again as his fingers trailed down my cheek. “I love your innocence.”

“So you’ve said,” I retorted.

“Are you hungry?”

I smiled. “I am now.”

“Good. Because I have a craving for something sweet.”

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