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I moan when he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside me, and I hate that my mind thinks maybe I could love him too.
I should be mad. I shouldn’t ever forgive him for half the things he’s done to me. But I feel like I could make him pay for the rest of his life. The life I could be in. The life I don’t think he will give me a choice but to be in.
For some reason that’s the thought that has my release even closer. I tighten my grip around him, digging my nails into his back as he fucks me. Our moans mix together along with the sounds of slapping of skin. The crude sounds only add to my pleasure as he builds the pressure inside me so much that I’m coming, unable to hold back my screams of pleasure.
Colin groans, barely holding himself up over me as he finds his own orgasm, pushing all the way in and filling me with his release. I do something I never expected to do, I tighten my legs around him, holding him deep inside me as he does.
Our chests are sticky with sweat as we catch our breaths, and I feel like I should hate myself right now. I should question everything that just happened, especially knowing the extent of Colin’s insanity.
But the only thought I have is that I don’t want to move. I don’t want things to go back to how they were before. I want this, and worst of all is I want the man that’s currently borderline suffocating me. I want him more than just physically. I want to be able to give him my heart.
It’s only a matter of time before I do just that.
Chapter 37
Colin
We’ve hardly moved, I haven’t wanted to stop touching Mayson because I feel like if I let go of her, she’ll run away and never come back to me. I wasn’t lying. I know I love her, and it’s the type of love that not everyone will understand, but it’s ours. I know she doesn’t understand it yet. I’ve had years to come to terms with how I feel. I’ve also always known how I am. She’s still figuring herself out, and that’s okay. I’m not going anywhere, even if she tries to get me to.
Mayson’s fingers trail along my chest absentmindedly and I would’ve thought she would be asleep, but I know my girl. Her mind is moving a million miles an hour, and I want to know why.
“If you’re still trying to fight what we’re doing here you may as well give it up.”
She huffs, but keeps moving her fingers along the indents of my abs, up my chest to my chain I always wear, knowing that she loves to fuck with it so much.
“My dad knows,” Itell her.
“What!” she exclaims, sitting up suddenly.
“Sort of,” I try to soothe her.
“Explain.” She remains tense and I may have fucked up the one moment of peace we found ourselves in.
I groan, pulling her back down, and resting one of my arms around the back of my head. “After Thanksgiving he wanted me to bring you back to their house. He also basically said he knows how I feel about you.”
Outwardly accused me of fucking her, which I didn’t deny.
“And what did you say?”
I shrug. “Not much to say, but he did threaten to cut me off.”
“That would suck for you.”
“It would suck for you too.”
“Not really. I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth like you,” she sneers.
“No, but you’ve benefitted since it’s been put there.” She starts to get up, already annoyed with me, but I hold her even tighter. “Don’t be like that. I want you to benefit from my silver spoon. We can share it.”
She scoffs. “I don’t need your spoon.”
“No, you don’t, but you can have it anyway. You don’t need to struggle again and I won’t let him take it away just because he doesn’t like us being together.”
“I don’t think that’s up to you.”
“It is,” I insist. I have my ways. She doesn’t need to know what those are yet, but I have them.
“My mom basically told me I need to marry for money and that none of my interests matter,” she grumbles with her mouth against my chest.
