Page 34 of Brutal Bond

Nothing more than a dark, dirty fling.

Too bad I know I’m fucking kidding myself. You don’t fall for men like him. A man you’ve hardly known a week. A man you know you barely know anything about. A man who never takes you to his place. A walking red flag who always slinks out before sunrise.

There are always fucking feelings.

Being with him is like watching two trains on a collision course. It’s going to end violently and messy, and someone is going to get hurt.

I’m going to get hurt.

I know it.

I can see it coming.

The opportunity to hop off this ride is there. I can take it at any time.

But fuck…this ride is fun.

Rolling over to grab my phone from the nightstand, I can’t stifle my groan. Every fucking muscle in my body is sore. Muscles I didn’t even know I had.

You could really give a girl a complex…

Sneaking out before sunrise every time.

EDDIE

I had somewhere to be this morning, little rose.

I can barely move this morning.

You really did a number on me.

You needed it.

Heading into a meeting.

I’ll text you later.

K.

Sliding from bed, I pause to try to stretch my burning limbs. It does nothing for me except cause every inch of me to ache. Heading into the bathroom to pee, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

“This can’t be healthy,” I mutter to myself.

While Eddie might have left in the night, he’s left several lasting reminders that he was here. Hickeys on my shoulders, scabbing bite marks on my breasts, and a permanently hard, very bruised nipple. Turning, I find my ass still red from the repeated, punishing strikes of his palm.

It’s been hours since Eddie’s text, and I haven’t heard a thing from him. With my phone in my hand, I feel like I’m about to put myself into the needy girlfriend category, but I send the text anyway.

Am I going to see you tonight?

EDDIE

At this rate, you might never sit again, little rose.

But not tonight. I have a party to attend.

What kind of party?

A very private one.

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