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Even if it fucking destroys me. I want to find heaven within her.

I want to run straight into damnation if it means I get to have this.

Her dress rides up, and she’s breathing so fast and heavy. My hands find her hips, still shaking… Still scared.

You would think it would be enough to stop me… instead, it does the opposite. The wind rushes between us, her perfume tinged with champagne, invades my lungs. “You’ve been drinking.” She arches her ass into me.

“So have you.”

She’s not wrong. I lost count of how many bourbons I had while I waited and watched. The alcohol makes me feel brave and reckless. I press my knee between her legs, wishing I could feel how soaked she already is.

“Look at you, Blondie, so wet. So desperate to be ruined.” I sneer alongside the shell of her ear. “Here I thought I was beneath you.”

Shiloh jerks against her restraints. I wish I could see the feral look in her eyes, but that would kill the moment. Maybe I should break the trance, but I don’t. She chuckles softly before replying. “You are.”

I grin, pressing the wetness of her panties into her pussy. “Sure feels like it.”

Her breath hitches as I press harder, shifting my knee to provide friction. Her hips begin to grind slowly and deliberately. Then I stop, watching as her greedy movements falter. “Fuck you, Reyes,” she snaps. “I hate you.”

There are so many reasons why I should stop. Why this is so fucked up, yet my hand moves away from her hips, trailing down her thigh and dipping between her legs. She lets out a breathy moan, giving me a small victory. The fabric is drenched with her hate.

I wish I could taste it.

Fill myself with her hate.

“Show me how much you hate me, Blondie.” I taunt as my fingers slip behind the fabric, parting her lips and trailing down her wet cunt. Earning me a whimper from her lips… music to my fucking ears.

“Fuck you.” She breathes, rocking against my hands.

“Is that what you want?” I stop, letting my fingertips tease her entrance. For a split second, I wish she'd just tell me to fuck off… that she doesn’t want me to fuck her. Anything but give me permission to undo her.

She doesn’t tell me to fuck off.

She doesn’t tell me no.

She doesn't say stop.

Instead, she just tries to control her breathing before her hips move forward, chasing her next fix.

“I hate you, Nico.” She snarls through her clenched teeth, not a whisper but a fucking war cry. This shouldn’t be happening, but I can’t seem to find my will to stop.

“Show me.” I breathe into her ear, biting the soft flesh. “Show me how much you fucking hate me, Blondie, and make me believe it,” I growl, yanking her fucking panties to the side. My fingers slide through the mess she’s made of herself. “So fucking desperate for me to ruin you.”

Shiloh whimpers. “Go ahead then, make me filthy. Bring me down to your level and stop talking so much.”

I undo my pants just enough to let my cock spring free. I don’t have a rubber. I stop for a second to really consider what I’m about to do. This isn’t right. For either of us, yet my cock twitches, demanding attention. I grip her hips hard enough to bruise her.

“Ruin me.” She breathes, and my breathing stops. “Nico.”

Unfortunately, her pleas don’t fall on deaf ears. They fall to the monster who’s desperate to find home within her, guiding me between her legs. I drag the head of my dick along her soaked slit.

She’s dripping. Searing hot.

“I hate you.” She breathes again, trying to convince herself or maybe me. I don’t fucking know at this point, maybe it’s true there’s only a small thin ass line between hate and obsession. As I push inside her, all of that seems to blur into nothing. I suck in a breath as her heat wraps around me, her greedy cunt sucking me into her.

We shouldn’t be doing this. June is dead. Yet here we are, both of us cracking open and bleeding. Holding onto the only thing that’s real.

I slam the rest of the way in. One smooth and vicious thrust, there’s no going back now. She cries out, whether from pain or pleasure. The moon is the only witness to our secret. To our hunger and pain. To our guilt.