Page 22 of Discord
“Don’t fight me on this,” I growled. There was no point in holding back, and I needed to scrape her inner walls with my cock. Fuck technicality.
I pulled my hips back, ready to sheath myself inside her, when a loud noise surprised us. The sounds of our breathing were so heavy that they almost drowned out the exterior threats. Almost.
Theressa, Raven’s mother, had burst into a fit of unexpected laughter in the living room, joined by Mia’s father.
We froze, having forgotten their nearby existence. This was yet another monumental fuck-up.
It took me several moments to process the oncoming internal struggle. I needed to let Mia go, but my limbs refused to cooperate or ease the grip on her hair. My painfully stiff cock didn’t care if I repeated last night’s transgressions with her family less than fifty feet away. Once more, desire won, and my hand slipped up her thigh. Like last night, I’d take her no matter who was around to catch us.
Mia had more sense. “What if they find us here?”
“Let them.” I bit her neck.
Mia didn’t pull away despite the dangerous territory we had entered, though she fired a final warning shot. “This is a terrible idea,” she groaned.
“Yes,” I hissed, angrily gripping her hair. “And I still can’t stop myself. What have you done to me?” It was humiliating to be reduced to my primal needs without a care in the world. This little girl had humbled me by breaking every restraint I had exercised for years, and I didn’t particularly enjoy being humbled.
The indisputable claim surged a manic desire to drag her to my condo and fuck her out of my system. Better yet, handcuff her to my bed until she was too sated to remember her pest of a family.
Reluctance vibrated from her despite being imprisoned by my body weight. “Not like this.” She reached out to cup my cheek.
Light strokes on my cheek seeped rationality through my pores. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the soothing touch. She was right. If I crossed this line, the least I could give her was a better ambiance than the kitchen pantry.
Acceptance flooded through my system, though the tension remained in my strained muscles. “Then you need to leave,” I growled without relaxing the hold on her hair.
Conflicting signals kept an uncertain Mia rooted in place since the verbal command contradicted my body language. My fist refused to unclench from her hair, nor would my body let her go.
Two failed attempts concluded it was physically impossible for me to release Mia. I couldn’t let her go and was seconds away from fucking her against this door, whether she liked it or not.
“I won’t be able to stop myself if you don’t leave right now,” I hissed.
Her breath hitched, surprised by the tenor in my voice. Her ragged breathing was no longer from passion.
I had no idea how I managed it, but I finally eased my hold. “Leave,” I pushed the word out of my lips forcefully.
Distressed, Mia wrestled with my death grip.
“What don’t you understand?” My eyes were glued to her, burning with desire and rage. “If you don’t want this, then leave,” I gritted out, still unable to move. “Run if you need to.” She needed to fight off my brick wall stance and make a run for it. It was the best I could offer.
Mia realized the same and jumped into action. The struggles created minuscule space, enough to pry her tiny body out from between us.
I tried not to breathe in her scent as she wiggled. If Mia remained here for a moment longer, I would impale her. “Get out,” I growled. My restraint broke at the same time. I reached for Mia’s elbow to haul her back. Her family could go to hell. I didn’t care if they heard us.
Mia was barely fast enough to escape me. She grabbed the knob and threw the door open, almost losing her footing while sprinting out of the closet. She ran without looking back, straightening her clothes on the go.
I angrily slapped my hand against the door once my faculties returned. Cursing under my breath, I righted my pants and stormed out of the closet as well.
Fuck this shit.
I was a grown man. Sneaking around was beneath me. I wasn’t cut out for it, and I was done pretending with these failed attempts at being a nice guy.
I wasn’t a good man. Might as well be the bad guy.
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Mia
"Mia!” Someone yanked away my comforter.
