Page 41 of Die for You
It feels like he stares straight through to my soul as he grips my wrist and rubs his mouth back and forth over my pointer. I allow him full control. This is my final gift to him because, although I’m breaking up with him, so to speak, I don’t want him to think it’s because I love someone else.
One of us must surrender to the other…but neither of us will.
So this is the only way.
Breaking up is such a juvenile term because this is so much more. This feels as if I’ve lost a piece of myself and it will never be found. Now, I must deal with the aftermath and try my best to survive without the man who I’ll love with my last dying breath.
But love has never been enough for us. It’s because of our destructive love that we continue this cycle, but it has to end.
I slip my finger into his mouth and exhale shakily when he sucks it, never breaking eye contact. Once my finger is wet, he guides it under my dress and into my underwear where he slowly sinks it into my pussy. I hiss the moment he starts fucking me with my own finger.
I open my legs wider as the urge to come blinds me to anything else. My body has been in a heightened state all day, so this is almost too much.
Lenny controls the speed, and when he slows down, I groan in frustration. “More,” I plead, but Lenny will make me work for it.
He withdraws my finger, only to draw it to his lips and suck away my taste. The sight is beyond erotic and turns me on even more than I already am.
But I want more.
And Lenny knows it.
“No matter the distance between us, or the time which will lapse, you and I will always be connected—in one way or another.”
He doesn’t realize how accurate that statement is.
He grips my neck and arches my head backward. “You can fool yourself into thinking that you can live without me”—he squeezes my throat, drawing us nose to nose—“but sooner or later, in the dead of night, the darkness will come calling your name, and when it does…you’ll remember who you belong to.”
I hate him.
I really do, and that’s because…he’s right.
“Fuck you,” I spit, unable to conceal my hatred for him because the line between love and hate has always blurred between us.
“There she is,” he mocks with a smirk.
“I hate you, Lennon.” And at this moment, I really fucking do.
“And I hate you, Valentina.”
As much as it hurts, I need to let him go.
So if this is the last time, then let it be just us, the only way we know.
Lenny grips my chin and slams his mouth to mine. He allows me no reprieve as he kisses me hard, biting my bottom lip and sucking my tongue.
He slides me forward, coaxing me to wrap my legs around his waist. His hard cock presses into me, sending my body into sensory overload. I almost come at the simple touch, and that’s because I know what’s coming.
I want him in me.
All over me.
I can never get close enough.
Our kisses are almost violent, and when I bite his lip, tasting blood, I know we’ve crossed the line of no return. He pulls away, and without hesitation, he rips the front of my dress. The buttons are scattered all over the floor.
His aggression only fuels the fire within me.
He helps me strip off my ruined dress. I am sitting before him in only a bra and underwear. The way he looks at me, anyone would mistake his desire for me adorned in lace and silk. But my simple lingerie is anything but.
