Page 99 of Souls and Sorrows

“Don’t fucking say anything,” he grunts, and I think I’m wet enough, but he’s still so goddamn big that it stings and stings as he notches himself in before it becomes pleasurable. “Just spread nice and wide for me and watch how deep I can get.”

Oh God.The air expels from my lungs as he bottoms out, and I can practically feel him in my chest, taking up as much room there as possible.

When he starts to move, filling me with harsh, brutal thrusts that make my teeth chatter, I feel him in other places.

My bones, my mind, my heart. It thumps in time with the beat of his, which pulses erratically under my palm.

I feel him in my soul, like an infection that I never had any chance at blocking out because I didn’t know how.

Didn’t know what it would feel like, having someone want to exist there.

“That’s good, sweet girl. Your pussy loves my cock so much; she’s weeping all over it. Making a fucking mess of my seat, but that’s okay because when we’re done, maybe I’ll shove your face into it and make you lick the leather clean.”

My eyes roll back in my head, and he squeezes the sides of my throat, the pressure making me dizzy. Ecstasy travels up my toes, swirling through my legs, and coils the muscles in my abdomen until I’m barely hanging on to my sanity by a frayed thread.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” Cash says, desperation lacing his tone. A bead of his sweat drips onto my cheek, mixing with the spit that’s still there. His glasses are starting to slide off his nose. “If you’re still keen on killing me, your pussy is the way I want to go.”

“Cash…” His name falls from my lips like a prayer, and he answers in kind.

Maybe if God were as prompt as the man currently wrecking me, I wouldn’t have given up religion at such a young age.

“Aw, is my little nightmare ready to come? Do it for me. Be good and let me watch, and maybe I’ll fill you up after.” That thought seems to flip something in his brain because a devious smile spreads across his face as he starts moving faster, fucking me harder.

His glasses slide all the way off, clattering to the floor, and a car honks as it whizzes past.

I grasp at his shirt, so close to losing my mind. Every tendon and bone in my body aches, begging for release.

“Maybe I’ll just knock you up right now and let you take the ring off after all.”

For some reason, that’s the image that sends me over the edge, and I climax hard, letting out a scream that Cash immediately catches in his hand.

“Shh,” he coos, pumping erratically, chasing my orgasm with his own as my pussy clamps tight around him.

I whimper as he continues stroking that spot inside of me, muffling my noises with his palm.

When he comes, he shoves all the way in, and a feral groan rumbles through his chest, grazing mine as it fills the air. His hand slides from my mouth, and he grips my chin, angling my face so he can lean down and cover my mouth with his.

Compared to what just happened, the kiss is tender and sort of sweet, though still feverish. Like even though he hasn’t left my body yet, he can’t possibly get enough.

After a couple of seconds, he pulls away, grabs his glasses, and slides back behind the wheel, fixing his pants.

Sucking in a shaky breath, I push my skirt down, wipe my face with my sleeve, and let my head fall to the side. He reaches out, pushing a strand of loose hair behind my ears, caressing the emerald stud in my lobe as he drops his hand.

“You spit on me.”

“You slapped me,” he counters. “Again.”

A million different emotions burn behind my eyelids, and I finally settle on one I’m not super familiar with. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I liked it.” A soft chuckle fills the air, softening his features. “Did I just get the first ever genuine apology from Ariana Ricci?”

Primrose, I correct silently. Miserably. The ache in my stomach intensifies, and I shake my head. But nothing else comes out. “I’ve apologized to you before.”

“Yeah, but this is the first I’ve gotten where it didn’t feel like you thought youneededto. Apologies are meaningless when they’re used as manipulation.”

The truth of the statement is unsettling, and I toy with the ring on my finger, acknowledging that part of me. The one just likeherthat I’m trying so hard to leave behind.

We sit in silence for several minutes until my heartbeat slows down to a normal pace and I can drag air into my lungs again. I swallow over and over, suddenly unable to stop, as if my body is trying to make up for lost time.

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