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“I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t have an answer for you. I don’t knowwhatto do. I just know I’m… I’m… I’m soangry.I’m just so fuckingsadandpissedthen pissed some more and then sad some more and I just feel like I’m fuckingdrowningand I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to ask for to make any of it better. I don’t even know if Iwantanything to bebetterper se. I just want a fucking break from it all!”

He listened to me spill my feelings onto the pavement in a rush of word salad that I didn’t even care if it made sense.

“You need to yell, you yell. You need to hit me, you hit me. I can take it, cher. Whatever you need,” he said. “Just tell me what you need.”

The last sounded beseeching, like he was begging for any guidance, and honestly, only one thing came to mind.

“I want you to take me upstairs and fuck me,” I said and I like to think I knew what I was asking… but with La Croix, there honestly was no telling what you would get.

He crushed his mouth over mine and his tongue forced its way past my lips and teeth which just weren’t relenting fast enough. The sheerpowerin that kiss, by all that was everything, it was like plugging directly into a thermonuclear reactor.

I was suffused with energy, as though he lifted me up out of this… thismuckandmireof despair momentarily and Icraved it. I craved it so hard. I needed some light, some love, justsomethingwith which to thrive for just a moment rather than just survive.

He pressed me back against the fence, his hand trailing from my waist to my thigh; lifting my leg over his hip andGoddess,I could feel him – the hard hot length of him pressing against my sex through the layers of denim and the thin cotton panties I wore next to my skin. The cotton grew uncomfortably damp with every touch, every caress, every bit of pressure of his body against mine.

I don’t remember making the trek across the road or keying our way into the lobby. I don’t remember taking the flights of stairs to the third floor or keying my way into the apartment’s door.

The next thing I remember was being pressed up against the unyielding wood on theinside.La Croix’s hand up my shirt, squeezing my breast, as I shoved his cut off his shoulders and reached for the hem of his white wifebeater to pull it up over his abs, my hands following the contours of his muscular body as though learning him by braille.

“Like this?” he growled, biting into the side of my neck, but not hard; no, just extremely arousing.

“Harder!” I begged, and he sank his teeth a little harder, laving my pulse point with his tongue.

“Oh, yeah!” I pulled him tighter against me, and writhed against him, and he growled against my neck.

“Fuck,” he gasped, and he looked at me as though I was the sexiest thing that he had ever laid eyes on andthat?That made me feel so very powerful.

“Yes,” I said, my voice like iron and stone. “Fuck me.”

He grabbed me by my throat, not choking, but definitely controlling, and pulled me away from the door and my mouth to his.

I kissed him, hands to my sides, trusting him not to take it too far, and he didn’t. Instead, he curved the hand around my throat around to the back of my neck and he marched my ass in the direction of the bedroom.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN

La Croix…

She was fire, she was smoke, and I could feel it thrumming through her – her divine femininerage. I kissed her, coming in hot, and she kissed me back just as fierce, but her actions in the bar,they just weren’t herand they’d caught me off guard.

I felt like she’d become fire and I needed to be ice, to somehow cool her down before she flamed out into oblivion on me.

Once back upstairs and in her apartment, I captured her by the back of her neck and brought her around to kiss me again, shoving her up against the inside of her door as I had against the inside fence of the club’s courtyard downstairs.Fuck, did she turn me on!She did, making this low and feral groan into my mouth that had my inner predator stalking through the trees, coming up to the surface like a gator about to strike.

I hauled her up against my body by her hips and her hands went to my chest, but shemeltedinto me and didn’t try to push me away.

It was in the blink of an eye that I had her nude and bent over her bed, her wrists pinned behind her back with one hand, the other against her hip, pulling her back onto my cock.

I looked down, pulling out of her, the sight of the condom snug around the base of my dick a fucking a turn on in and of itself. Just as much as her glistening pussy juices coating me with her arousal took things up even higher on the heat scale. The feral noises poured from her lovely throat with every thrust I made, and I swear to fucking God, it sent my ass into a fucking frenzy.

I looked up at our reflection in the window, her face heavy-lidded and filled with ecstasy as I filled her, globes of her fucking perfect tits swaying as I drove into her, the sweat pouring off of me. We were far enough back from the window, we weren’t giving anyone a show – but goddamnit was a powerful thing, watching myself fuck her like this.

“You like that?” I demanded, and I drove forward as far as I could get inside her. She cried out, and her face twisted into something akin to pain, but the bliss that flooded her expression when that initial look faded away was the best thing I’d ever seen.

“Yeah, like that?” I asked her again, and she arched down, laying her body low, pressing her hips back to accept my forward thrust into her deeper, harder, maybe even faster.

Oh, yeah. Just like that,I thought, and I gave her just what she wanted, just what she asked for.

I fucked the shit out of her, made her come twice, pushed for a third time before I even thought about taking my own.

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