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“I’m going to fuck you hard,” he said in a hoarse whisper near my ear. “I’m not going to be gentle.”

He seemed to be waiting for me to answer, as he wasn’t fulfilling his promise yet. I nodded, and he lined himself up where I needed him most.

“I won’t hurt you, baby,” he said. “Tell me to stop and I will.” He pushed into my tight entrance, only an inch, and stopped. “Words, Gabriella. Say you understand. I’m going to use you so hard you’ll have trouble walking tomorrow, and the whole flight home you’re going to be squirming in your seat, trying to get comfortable, thinking about my dick inside you.”

I trembled, clutching the railing with bloodless fingers. I didn’t like that he was talking about my flight home, away from this paradise, but I found my voice and managed a shaky, “okay.” I’d never had rough sex before. I’d read about it, of course, and there was usually a safe word. “Don’t we need a safe word?”

“No,” he said. “Just say stop. That’s the only word you need.” He placed a kiss at the top of my shoulder and then I felt the smart smack of his hand against my ass.

I barely had time to register the intense pleasure/pain combination before he thrust into me, slamming all the way home.

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Chapter 32

Joey

I wanted to punish her. Her words had killed something inside me, and I wanted her to feel the same pain I did.

If she thought I was the kind of man who would father children and abandon them, then she didn’t know me at all.

I pounded into her, grabbing her hips and holding her against the railing, fucking her so hard her feet left the ground. She cried out, saying words that made no sense. I listened for her to stay stop, but she was saying the opposite:moreandpleaseandJoey.

She gripped the railing and hoisted herself higher, offering me everything, except the one thing I really craved—her love.

I gave her pain and pleasure. I branded her with my handprint. I fucked her with a view of the setting sun, oblivious to the beauty of nature’s show because my heart was ripping in two. Sparing her no mercy, I slammed into her over and over until her perfect pussy clenched in orgasm.

“Fuck,” she said in an awed voice.

I almost laughed, because Gabriella was creative with her cursing. I’d never heard her say anything vulgar. Her version of cursing was suitable for a kindergartner or grandmother. But all she could think of was one word. One very appropriate word.

“I’m not done yet,” I told her.

My dick was iron hard and scorching hot, seeking relief, but I ignored my own needs. I flipped Gabriella to face me and carried her to the bed.

Our lips locked as we tumbled onto the mattress. It creaked and groaned under the weight of our sweat-soaked bodies. I shoved my tongue into her mouth, wanting to taste every inch of her. I took her again, filling her with one hard thrust. She was tight from her orgasm, her pussy so snug around my cock, it was hard to fit. I sucked in a sharp breath, adjusting to the surrounding tightness. Her muscles clamped down around me. I couldn’t move.

And then I had to move.

I pulled back and plunged into her, giving it to her so hard, so rough, she cried out and clutched my shoulders and scraped my back with her fingernails. I kissed her greedily, taking, taking, taking… until I lost myself in her. The animal inside me took over as I fucked her for what I thought might be the last time. Because even though I loved her, I wanted all of her, not just the parts she was willing to give me. I would rather starve than live off the measly scraps Gabriella was willing to offer. I wouldn’t be half alive, always hoping for more. I wanted all of her or nothing.

Words popped into my head. Dirty, filthy words of lust and pleasure. I spoke in Spanish because I was too far gone to translate. The words flowed off my tongue, punctuating the air around us with my dirty demands.

God, I was going to miss her. Miss the spirited flash in her dark eyes and the reluctant curve of her smile. Miss catching a glimpse of her in the halls and stealing glances in the break room. Miss her smoky voice and the rosy scent of her perfume. Miss every moment she wouldn’t give me.

I was angry. At her for not wanting more than sex. At myself for not being able to accept that. Gabriella was breaking me apart, flaying my heart open and bleeding me dry.

I gave it to her in punishing strokes, pinning her to the bed and thrusting into her over and over until the bungalow filled with her moans of pleasure. She went wild beneath me, making noises that spurred me on, faster and harder. I held her down, pumping into her as she tightened and trembled, her muscles strangling my cock.

Her body clamped down on me so tightly, I thought I would explode. I forced myself to wait. I didn’t want it to end, for us to be finished.

When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I came with a shudder. Burying my face in her neck, I allowed myself to linger in the bittersweet moment.

My tattoo had failed me. I hadn’t paid attention to my own warning, and I’d fallen in love with a woman who didn’t want anything to do with me outside the bedroom.

I held on tightly for a moment and then forced space between us. My anger burned out, leaving me with only disappointment. I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling fan spinning in lazy circles. The fullness in my chest disappeared, leaving me feeling hollow.

I took a moment to get my breathing under control and then went to start a bath. When the water was just right, I went back into the bedroom. Gabriella barely opened her eyes when I gathered her in my arms and carried her onto the terrace. I lowered her into the warm water and gently soaped her body until she was clean. She leaned her head back as I massaged shampoo and then conditioner into her long hair.

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