Page 105 of My Turn

I fucked her just as hard as before, but this time she didn’t complain. I pulled off my sweatshirt, letting her move her hands underneath my t-shirt. The glide of her fingers across my back anchored me and when her nails dug into my skin, I forced her mouth open. Her tongue met mine, needy and desperate, just like I knew she’d been for me all this time. She just wouldn’t give in to that darkness the way I had. I’d never had a choice. Whether it was a compulsion that drove me to her and pushed me to such lengths, I didn’t care. If one of us had to be a monster, I’d happily claim the title as long as I got Alana in the process.

“I love you,” I said into her mouth. “I love you. I fucking love you. Until my dying breath, with my dying breath, after my dying breath.”

I tasted her tears as they streamed through our lips. Holding onto the back of her neck, I crushed her against me, unwilling to give an inch.

“You love me, Alana. Tell me you love me.”

She made a choked sound as her pussy tightened around me. “Jayce, I… Fuck.”

She cried out and I couldn’t keep myself from finishing with her. I bit her lip until she bled and when it trickled onto my tongue, I pushed it into her mouth. When I sat back on my knees, I pushed my fingers inside of her. She quivered, still in the aftermath of her orgasm. Pulling them free, I spread my cum around her clit, then over her skin, traveling up to her stomach. The sight was enough to make me want to start over.

When I looked at her, there were a few tears still rolling down her cheeks.

“Alana.”

“I don’t want to,” she said, barely above a whisper.

“Don’t want to what?”

“Love you.”

“Well, denial won’t help the situation.”

Her nostrils flared. The anguish in her eyes morphed into hostility. I raised a brow as I watched her get up, hunting for the shorts I’d tossed somewhere in the room earlier. When she couldn’t find them, she marched over to the dresser and grabbed a pair of jeans.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Going for a walk.”

“You’re not going for a walk. It’s fucking one in the morning.”

“What’s gonna happen, Jayce? Is someone gonna start stalking me?"

“You’re not very street smart, so it’s a valid concern.”

“Screw you.”

“Jesus,” I muttered, getting to my feet.

She watched me warily and I didn’t miss the way her eyes darted down to my half-hard dick. If she didn’t stop looking, she’d find herself spread out on the bed again, a victim to my whims. Those could get pretty dark these days.

She disappeared into the closet and came back out with a sweater. “Go away.”

“You called me here.”

“I wanted to talk. I didn’t know you’d immediately come in and fuck me.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t bullshit me. You’re not stupid. That’s why you called him.”

“You mean, I calledyou.”

“You know the difference.”

She whirled on me with only one arm in her sweater. “What is the difference, Jayce? Huh? You don’t have some split fucking personality.”

“Maybe I do.” I laughed when her face turned a deeper shade of red with her anger. “Let’s just calm down, yeah?”

“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down.”

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