Page 20 of Shattered Choices

One of his hands slips into my hair and his other wraps around my back as he buries his head into the side of my neck. “You are killing me, Bella,” he exhales into my skin.

I shiver when his breath touches my flesh, and his lips kiss my skin. I tell myself it’s only for tonight, and with that thought in mind, I give in.

His lips find mine, and the battle between our tongues begins. Our teeth clash, and the frenzy takes over as we lose ourselves.

My hands find the buttons of his shirt and my fingers fumble with them, not quick enough, though, because all I can do to get him out of it is pull the sides, letting the buttons fly all over the place as I rip it apart.

He unclips my bra, and my breasts fall in front of him. A growl escapes him as his lips find my nipples.

I grind myself on his hard cock as I’m overwhelmed by the sensations traveling through my body.

He stops touching me and fumbles with his belt, and as soon as his pants are open, I take his cock out. I pump up and down and trace his pre-cum with my finger. I look him in the eyes, put my finger inside my mouth, and suck on it before I pull it out with a pop.

“Take my panties off, Salvatore. I’m going to ride you hard.”

A struggling look crosses his eyes, but it disappears in a second. The material of my thong dips into my skin followed by the sound of it ripping.

As soon as there is nothing between us, I sink down on his cock. I ignore the resistance and stretching of my muscles and enjoy the feeling of him inside me. My moan is met with his growl and quick breathing.

I close my eyes so I can ignore his gaze and ride him hard, up and down. I chase my need and anger; he matches my movements until the sensation travels through my spine all the way to my belly and my core until it overwhelms me, and I bury my head in his neck before I come on his cock.

In the dizziness of the frenzy, I let him wrap my hair around his fist and pull my head backwards, exposing my neck to him. His hips move up and down and he pumps his cock inside me hard, hitting all the right places. His lips kiss my neck, and his teeth graze my skin as he sucks my neck, and I moan, allowing my second orgasm to follow, and we come together, his semen spilling deep inside me.

Our ragged breaths are the only thing that can be heard, and they wake me from the fog of my orgasm. I try to stand up from his lap, but his hands hold me tight, and I dare to look into his begging eyes.

“Don’t worry. I won’t get pregnant,” I say.

He shakes his head. “That’s not what I’m worried about. I… I… didn’t expect this.”

I search his sincere eyes for an answer before I stand. This time, he lets me go. I put my dress on my naked body, ignoring the cum leaking from between my legs.

I look at him. “What did you expect?”

“To talk.”

I scoff. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous, Salvatore. Everything is said and done. When you said we needed closure, you were right. But I guess we have different opinions on what closure means.”

I move forward and take his shirt from the floor, giving it to him. “You can get dressed now. I will let Pino escort you out.”

“I’m not going anywhere. You think you can just use me for sex and make me leave?” He stands and takes the shirt from my hand and starts to dress. He narrows his eyes. “If you think this was closure, then you are delusional.” He takes a step toward me and gently touches my face with the back of his hand, and he leans forward, only inches from my face. “I promise you, Bella, I will make you mine again. If that means I have to beg on my knees for your forgiveness, I will. If I have to kill for you, I will. I’m not leaving until I have you back. I can’t live, breathe, or think without you. I can’t fucking function without you by my side. You fed me your poison, and you are my antidote. You are my future and my present. I don’t want to live in the past anymore. I will do anything, and I mean anything to make that happen.”

I swallow, and before I can say a word, he opens the door and disappears. I fall back on the chair he evacuated and the tears I’ve held in for a long time fall down my cheeks.

I cry for the life we could have had if only he was aware of what he wanted before everything went down the drain.

eleven

Salvatore

I storm out of the club, feeling used. I never wanted this kind of closure. I wanted to talk and set things straight. I wanted to tell her my struggles. I wanted to talk to her about my mother, the guilt I felt, and what made me the way I am. What made me hurt her.

I wanted to apologize and make things right.

And what did she want? To use me for sex.

Last year was torture. Not being able to have her by my side. Not being able to kiss her and love her. Not being able to tell her my fears and what she means to me. That when she suffered, Isuffered too. I felt her pain, only I blamed myself and couldn’t look her in the eyes, and I hated myself for it.

Being inside her after a long time was my undoing.

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