Page 114 of The Boy I Loved
I forced myself to breathe through my nose, attempting to relax my throat so he could go even deeper. He tattooed his name on my body without my consent, and here I was, pleasuring him.
“Fuck!” He growled, jerking his hips back with a loud pop. His cock fell from my lips, his blue eyes swirling with unfiltered lust. Before I could comprehend why he’d stopped all of a sudden, he was kicking off his shoes and clothing.
Tristan tugged his shirt off over his head, letting me see all of him for the very first time. There was a large tattoo from his chest to his ribs, but my thoughts were too jumbled to make it out. On the opposite side of his body was the familiar biker emblem embedded into his peck. He wasted no time, reaching for the front of my shirtand tearing it right down the middle. Once he managed to get that off me, he tugged my skirt and thong down my legs, taking in my naked body with a slow sweep of his gaze.
Hooking his arms beneath my knees, he bent my legs upwards, forcing them against my chest before he joined me on the bed, settling himself beneath them. My legs lowered to his shoulders, anticipation slithering through me. In one slow thrust, he was entering me. A low moan rumbled through my chest, my hands falling to my sides to grip the sheets.
“Goddamn.” He grunted, seating himself to the hilt. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of feeling your pussy around me.”
I bucked my hips, wanting to feel all of him. My pussy fluttered around him, squeezing his length until he was releasing a shuddering breath that had him trembling.
“Tell me something, my little nightmare.” His voice was strained, almost choked, as he slowly started thrusting in and out.
I wasn’t sure I could even speak. The position we were in had me feeling so full. I managed to hum in response, my fingers curling around his wrists. Slowly, he eased back before driving into me with so much force, it had me moving on the bed.
“Tell me you want me.”
This had to be a trick of some sort—another one of his fucked up mind games. My eyes fluttered around the room for any sign of Dominic lurking nearby, but there was no one.
“I want you, Tristan. It feels so good.” I didn’t even have to lie. He had a way of making me feel special during sex, even when it was the last thing I wanted. He was good with his body, maybe even talented. The man knew what he was doing.
He groaned before sliding out again and pounding into my dripping pussy with even more force than before. “Tell me you want me more than Dominic.”
My eyes widened at his request, my stomach twisting with unease. “W-what?” I stammered breathlessly.
His jaw clenched at my hesitation, but he didn’t relent. Instead, he slammed into me again and again. A series of moans escaped my defenses, my head falling back against the pillow.
“Tell me you want me more than him.” He grunted.
My mouth opened and closed repeatedly before I managed to swallow past the lump in my throat. “I-I can’t,” I admitted.
If I needed any more proof of this being some kind of mind game, that was it. My stomach turned with discomfort, but the building pleasure within me contrasted against it. Tristan’s fingers pressed into me harshly, a crease forming between my brows as a wince captured my features. His warm breath fluttered through the air, brushing against my face. He smelled of cigarettes, leather, mint, and a hint of spice. He was the epitome of trouble.
My mind drifted to Dominic, back to when he was the carefree boy I’d fallen in love with. He’d been so full of life. It was still hard to wrap my head around the fact that he’d fallen so far.
My thoughts were cut short when Tristan hiked my leg over his hip, angling himself even deeper. My breath stuttered out, the pleasure intensifying. There was something so carnal and possessive about the way he took me—even in the way he looked at me. It was a shock to my system, spreading a current of warmth through my body.
Tristan’s grunts reverberated through the room, sweat slickening his skin as he thrusted in and out of me. His icy eyes remained locked on mine, making this feel far more intimate than I was comfortable with.
Electricity prickled down my spine, filling my abdomen with a lazing heat. A cry fled my lips as I erupted around him. The choked sound that escaped Tristan’s lips was completely sinful, causing me to clench around his thick girth.
“Fuck.” He panted, his fingers digging into my thigh. Moments later he was spilling inside me.
To my surprise, guilt didn’t come crashing down around me as itnormally did. Instead, all I felt was … numbness. There was a hollow pit in my stomach, threatening to consume any feeling whole.
Tristan collapsed on top of me, his solid frame pushing my body into the mattress. Even the pain from the tattoo was miniscule. He ran his nose up the side of my neck, his warm breath feathering against my skin.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, his lips pressing against my throat.
I’m not.
But I knew saying that wouldn’t do me any good. My heart would always be with Dominic. Even if it wasn’t with Dom, there was no way I could ever love Tristan.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
DOMINIC
I wasn’tsure what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this. Hazel’s eyes had dimmed even more since I’d last seen her. She hadn’t so much as said a single word to me, even when I’d attempted casual conversation. Instead, she sat on my bed with her knees drawn to her chest. Her delicate features were twisted with discomfort, like something was physically hurting her.
