Page 145 of Heartless Game

“Come again for me, bashert,” I demanded as I began a fast and brutal pace, using the lube and my earlier work to my advantage as I stuffed my cock deep in her, again and again and again. “Come for me and show me how much you love me. I’m not stopping until you do. I’ll fuck you all night if I have to. Be a good girl and give me one more.”

As I shoved deep, she came, her walls trembling around me in weak little pulses, and the wetness of her pussy, the feeling of her—and knowing that this, that she, was mine forever, and no one would ever take her from me, ever again—snapped the little control I had left. The monster in me roared as I came deep inside her, coating her poor cunt with my cum as my vision almost went black.

Finally, I came down from my high, reluctantly withdrawing from her pussy, and releasing her leg where it dropped onto the bed. She was trembling, moaning from aftershocks.

Even though all I wanted to do was collapse next to her, I rolled off the bed and stumbled to the headboard, undoing the cuffs and rubbing her wrists back to life. Usually, I’d shower her as aftercare, and this had been intense, but instead I got back in the bed with her, pulling her into my arms and stroking her hair, murmuring to her as I soothed her.

“You were so beautiful, so perfect. You’re okay, I’ve got you,” I said. “I love you.” I continued stroking her hair, her back, wrapping her up tight in my arms and keeping her warm.

After a while, her eyes drifted open, a soft, satisfied smile on her face.

“Oh my god,” she said, sounding fuck drunk.

“Oh my god good, or oh my god bad?”

“Ask me tomorrow,” she said. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. I’ve never felt so vulnerable before.”

“I know,” I said. “That’s why I did it. I want that kind of intimacy with you. I want every kind of intimacy with you. There’s nothing I won’t do to feel closer to you.”

“Thanks for warning me,” she teased.

“Anytime.”

“And for blackmailing me.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Although no thank you for throwing me in your trunk?—”

I kissed her to shut her up. Because I didn’t regret it. Not one fucking bit.

EPILOGUE TWO

Lawson

I’d fucked up a lot in my life.

Truly. My list of fuck ups was a mile long.

I’d fucked up when I hadn’t defended Asher, I’d fucked up when I had flirted with Aviva, and that was just the start of it. The team, and the Core Four—now Core Five, including Asher—had grudgingly forgiven me and accepted me into the fold.

But none of it came close to my hugest fuck up.

When I’d fucked up withher.

As my team celebrated the win, taking turns skating around the rink with the Cup in our raised hands, my eyes caught on someone in the back of the stadium.

Someone I thought I’d seen a couple months ago when I’d been watching Tovah, someone I’d chased after, only to come to the conclusion I was seeing things.

She couldn’t be here. She was supposed to be at Oxford.

But my eyes weren’t lying to me. Because in the stands sat a beautiful girl with big blue eyes and a blonde pixie cut, and even though she looked older and her hair was different, I’d recognize that smile anywhere…

…as she laughed at something the bastard next to her was saying.

Asshole. I didn’t even know him, and I had no right to, but I still was going to rip him away from her.

Because he was talking to the only girl I’d ever loved, and even though I’d fucked up expeditiously, even though she’d told me she never, ever wanted to see me again, she was here, at my game.

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