Page 28 of Brutal Bond

Not even fucking close.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-ONE

HARPER

“The fucking audacity.” I toss my phone onto the counter and shake my head. Pulling open the freezer, I grab the bottle of tequila and pour myself more than a shot. Probably well more than two.

Taking a hefty sip, which burns for a few seconds after I swallow, I slam the glass on the counter and scream, “Fuuuuuck!”

One night.

One fucking night is going to ruin my whole fucking life.

Aimlessly pacing the apartment, I mutter to myself at every jumbled thought running through my mind.

The sleaze.

That all of this is Nikki’s fault.

I should’ve said no.

Edmund.

And how he said nothing.

Fists pounding on the apartment door startle me from my thoughts. Pausing to place my near-empty glass on the counter, I make my way toward the door, shouting, “I’m fucking coming.”

When I pull open the door, I’m shocked to find Edmund on the other side. Surprised enough that I don’t manage to slam the door in his face before he steps into the apartment.

“I told you, I’m fucking done…with whatever this fucking is or wh?—”

My words are silenced as he grips my face firmly and shoves me into the wall next to the front door. I hit it with a thud, briefly causing me to see stars. Looming over me, he grits his words through his teeth. “I told you to watch your fucking mouth.”

He kicks the door shut with such force that it rattles the wall behind me. The grip he has on my face is painful, forcing me to grind my teeth as tears well in my eyes. “And you aren’t fucking done with me because I’m not fucking done with you.”

My chest heaves as he stares down at me. I’m so angry. So fucking mad at him. I want to fight him. I want to shove him away.

But I also want…

As though he can read my mind, his lips crash brutally against mine, causing me to gasp. A gasp he utilizes to press his tongue into my mouth. He plunders my mouth as my hatred grows into need. Undeniable, animalistic need.

Clawing at the back of his shirt, I pull it over his head, forcing him to break our kiss for a moment. A moment too long. Pinning me back against the wall, he reclaims my mouth with more passionate need than before as he roughly palms both of my breasts. He squeezes them so blissfully hard that I whimper into his mouth, which only makes him more feral.

Pulling from my lips, he spins me around and shoves my face into the wall. He yanks my leggings down over my ass, leaving them around my thighs, before pinning both of my wrists to the wall above my head with one hand.

Edmund presses between my thighs and shoves the entirety of his length inside of me with a single, deep thrust as he growls against the back of my neck.

“Mine.”

He keeps a slow pace, but his thrusts are hard and demanding. Each of them is so intense that he bottoms out inside me. He sucks the crook of my neck, painfully hard, as he leaves yet another mark on me. His lips flutter against the already sore skin, and he groans, “We both know this is my fucking cunt, little rose. Don’t we?”

“Yes,” I shriek as the head of his cock slams into my cervix.

He pulls out before quickly slamming back into me with the same depth. Repeating the motion, he repeatedly slams against my cervix like a fucking battering ram. Pain and pleasure radiate through me with each drive.

“I’m. Going. To. Ensure. You. Don’t. Fucking. Forget.” He grunts each word against the back of my neck between thrusts, each more brutal than the last.

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