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“You like praise, huh, runt?” The roll of his throat tells me all I need to know. “You don’t like being my dirty little cum dump? Such a useless little pup.” I drop my head back with a sigh at the ripple of Abel’s channel.
“So fucking predictable.”
CHAPTER 25
ABEL
I slip further downwith a breathless gasp, feeling the floor come up to meet me. Peris yanks me back up, and a moan rips from me at the newfound release on my neck and the jarring slide of his dick.
“You don’t know me.” The words sound pathetic, even to me, but I have to say them, regardless.
“Yeah, baby. You’re right.”Baby…That name aches with all the rest. “Why don’t you just shut up and squeeze that pussy around me.” Peris’s breath is all over me while his cock is so deep inside me.
I react to his crude words on impulse. “S-shit,” he grunts, hands grappling at my thighs. The tips of his fingers radiate with their own pulse that shoots straight to my trapped balls.
“Make it tighter, runt. I want you to strangle my cock.” His thrusts are speeding up, even as I clench as tightly as I can. And I have to admit, it’s euphoric. The fight, the slick slide. The gasp he tears from me with every draw back, dangling on the precipice just before he fills me with a sharp slap of our flesh.
With a pathetic mewl, I fight against the material of my skirt bunched around my waist. When my hand finally finds its wayinside my jock and I touch my aching dick, tears spring from the corners of my eyes.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Peris snaps, yanking my arm away. I cry out in frustration, fighting against him as my eyes water.
“Need to come.”
“I don’t fucking care.”
I scream so loud, it reverberates around us. His hand slaps against my face with a deafening crack. The pulse of connection steals my breath for a moment as I stare at Peris’s wide eyes.
His head jerks around, cocked to the side, probably listening for any possible persons interrupting the moment.
While he’s distracted, I sink my teeth into the flesh of his index finger. “Fuck!” he shouts, pulling away.
“Fuck you!” I scream in retaliation as I shove my way inside to grab my dick again. The relief is instant. The tears only come harder.
“You little fucking—” He stops, eyes dropping to the wet tracks down my cheeks. I feel my makeup staining my skin, sticky and itchy. Peris blinks. I feel his dick twitching inside me.
“Oh,” I gasp, breathless. I squeeze my eyes, drawing more. His chest heaves.
He loves seeing me as vulnerable as he feels.
Time rolls to a stop in this place we’re connected. Fighting and clawing for something that neither of us can name.
My arm speeds up, but even with my movement constricted, the precum leaking from my little hole is more than enough to set me on fire. Tightening my fingers in a ring at my base, I arch, head slamming into the wall as the radiating throb shoots through my balls and into my dick.
“Jesus fucking Christ, pup,” Peris moans into my neck with a few jarring, painful thrusts of his own before they slow into a more leisurely, mechanical sway. Like a boat rocking on waves.
It’s a gentle ease down from a peak I didn’t know I could reach. I sigh softly, my fingers having found their way into the hair at Peris’s nape. It’s sweaty and tacky and perfect.
Peris grunts, lips parted on my bare skin. His tongue darts out, tasting my flesh—and that’s how we stay as the thrashing in my sternum slowly eases into its usual, off-beat rhythm and Peris’s chest no longer heaves, hands steady as they hold me.
When his legs buckle, he pulls out of me just before we collapse to the floor. Peris lands on his ass, leaning on his right side, and I fall on top of him, heads inches from colliding. We’re so close, our eyes cross as we stare at each other in the umbra.
There will always be shadows between us. Too many secrets and lies we’ll never expose, their verities damaging and impossible to face.
“I get it now,” I tell Peris on a whisper. His dark brows tug together, creating that signature wrinkle between them. The silence ensues as he absorbs my words.
I know the moment understanding dawns. Those brows raise higher, eyes widening slightly as he leans away. It doesn’t take long for shock to wear back into his usual angry façade.
Or… it’s not a façade, but the onerealpart he chooses to focus on out of all the rest of his truths.
