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I thrust my fingers inside her, so deep she freezes. Her knees begin to tremble and her eyes finally—finally—roll back in ecstasy as she floods my palm with her orgasm. The walls of her pussy flutter around my fingers and her moan slices the air from under my hand.

Raw and guttural andmine.

That’s whenIbreak.

I cum with a silent hiss, hips jerking and vision blurring. I spill into her hands like I’m being fucking exorcised.

The pleasure impales me. I see stars. My knees threaten to collapse from under me.

I don’t give a fuck about anything except this goddamn woman.

My cum coats her fingers and drips down her wrist. I don’t care. I want her drenched in it.

I want to bury myself in her. I want to ruin her and salt the earth behind her so that nothing else can ever grow where I’ve been.

I want to be inside her when the world ends.

It’s a fucking mess.

I’m a mess.

A mess with nothing but regrets.

Because she still hasn’t let go.

Her fist milks the last of my cum with deliberate strokes, slow and smug. Her dark eyes spark with triumph. Shewantedto take this from me.

And she did.

She’s holding it in her fucking palm like a trophy.

For a split second, I think I might want to do more than just possess her.

For a split second, I think I want to own her. To make her feel like she’s making me feel. To chain her to my bed, wrap my hands around her throat night after night, and fuck the truth into her until it’s the only thing she believes:

She’s mine.

Even if she hates me.Especiallyif she hates me.

As long as she hates me, she stays obsessed and addicted.

Then, breaking the disorienting stillness, we hear it.

The sound of a door slamming.

Footsteps.

We freeze.

Her fist is still around my cock. My hand still buried in her pussy, the slick heat of her coating my knuckles.

If anyone walks in, we’re fucked.

Adrenaline surges. My hand tightens around her mouth. She watches me with bated breath while her pulse threads under my thumb.

Victory is replaced with panic in her eyes, beautiful and real.

Her chest heaves as she takes one short and shuddering breath after another.