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I tugged hard, causing him to finally hiss, before releasing it with a loud pop and then soothing the tender flesh with my tongue.
“We are over,” he finally bit out, jaw clenched. “I’m not yours to touch.”
“And yet I’m pumping your dick,” I purred back, reveling in the fury that shone in his eyes when he glared at me. “Funny little world, isn’t it?”
His whiskey-colored irises were almost eclipsed by his dilated pupils, assuring me that while he might very well despise me, hestillwanted me. Not to mention the fact that he had yet to pull away.
“This isn’t a game,” he bit out, bracing his hands against the doorframe above my head. “Do you hear me? My life isn’ta fuckinggame. You can’t keep toying with me, not when I’m trying to move on.”
“How’s that working for you?” I asked softly, pushing up to nuzzle his cheek with mine, while I continued to pump his shaftexactlyhow he liked it. “Moving on ishard, isn’t it?”
“Liz,please,” he groaned, hissing out a strangled breath, as his cheeks grew flushed. “Ican’tdo this.”
“But you haven’t done anything,” I coaxed in a voice that was thick with need. “Hmm?” I upped my pace, gripping him tighter, pulling him harder, while I trailed my nails over his glorious ass. “There you go,” I purred, working him over better than anyone could. “Let me take care of you.”
“I, ah…no, I really…please…fuck!” A raw, male, guttural groan tore from his chest, and his ass muscles tightened, while his hips strained into my touch. “I shouldn’t, ah…” His hips thrust again. “You shouldn’t…” Another delicious thrust. “Fuck, this is so…”—hissing out a breath, he bit down on his bottom lip and tightened his grip on the doorframe—“…wrong!”
“But it feels sogood, doesn’t it?” I whispered, tracing his neck with my tongue again and then smirking when I felt him nod his head.
“You know I can make you feel better than her,” I continued to whisper, tease, and plead, while my hand worked frantically to carry him over the cliff he was clearly avoiding. “Just give in to what youreallywant and let yourself have this, baby.” I licked and nuzzled at his neck. “Imagine you’re in my bed, exactly where you should be, and you’re between my legs, pushingthisdeep inside me, filling me up, and making me stretch to fit all ofthis!”
That did the trick.
The sexiest male growl of approval tore from his throat when his orgasm crashed through him, causing his hips to buck and body to tremble.
Still bracing the doorframe behind me and still trembling from the aftershocks, Hugh dropped his head and sucked in several deep, steadying breaths.
Reluctant to let go but knowing I had to, I slowly withdrew my hands from him and readjusted his boxers and sweats.
His chest was still heaving, and he was still staring down at his feet, and I knew that meant he was drowning in guilt and shame.
His reaction caused a pang of secondary guilt inside of me. Contrary to how I felt about the rest of the world and the people in it, I would rather peel the skin from my bones than purposefully inflict pain onthisboy.
At least, that’s how I felt today.
Tomorrow, who knew how I would feel.
Certainly not me.
But today, I loved him.
Deciding not to make it harder for him, I slipped out of the room and walked into the bathroom.
Closing the bathroom door behind me, I walked over to the sink and washedhimoff my hands.
The seconds ticked by in silence before the sound of his footsteps on the creaking staircase filled my ears, followed by the front door slamming.
Exhaling a strangled breath, I clutched the porcelain sink and stared at my reflection.
A stranger stared back at me.
A whore had stolen my face.
“Good girls stay still and take it. Only whores fight back. You don’t want to be a whore, do you, munchkin…”
Unable to stand another second of looking at the person I loathed most, I quickly opened the cabinet door.
Retrieving my faithful razor, I climbed into the bath and draped a leg over the side.
