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Do you know how pathetic you sound when you beg?the voice asked.
I did, but I was that pathetic.
I felt the absence of his hand as he withdrew his fingers and let out a loud groan of frustration. His fist tangled in my hair, and he yanked me up on my elbows.
“Tell me what you want, Lucky,” Lincoln said.
“Don’t go easy on me, Lincoln,” I whispered, desperate to shut the voice up.
It won’t help, the voice replied.
I needed it to.
“As you wish.” Lincoln thrust hard into me, filling me suddenly and making me grunt with the impact. His hand slid from my hair and locked around my neck, cutting off my air flow. My breath rasped in my throat as I welcomed his roughness. He rutted into me hard and fast, every thrust snapping against my ass.
My eyes drifted shut as I tried to lose myself in the feeling. My body was a mess of conflicting sensations—pleasure and frustration blending together chaotically.
You don’t deserve it,the voice cut in.
Lincoln mistook my groan for frustration, and his hand found my dick, stroking in tandem with the brutal pace he set. The explosion of sensations damn near took me out in a cascade of heat down my spine.
He released my throat, and the rush of air had me gasping.
“Fuck,” I rasped as I lost control, and I came hard. He continued to stroke me, coating my cock in my cum. The continued attention had me shuddering under him.
He thrust into me one more time and held me there as he came with a slew of swears. My muscles clenched around his length, and the sound he made was feral as he pushed me down onto the sheets, trying to bury his cock as deeply inside me as he possibly could.
In the come down, his lips brushed over my shoulder in a tender gesture. I melted under him as the weight of him was comforting.
He can’t help you,the voice said, breaking through the haze that tried to settle in.
I squeezed my eyes shut tight. What the hell was I supposed to do when even being with Lincoln couldn’t bring me a moment of reprieve?
CHAPTER 79
NASH
Thedullacheinmy temples had me contemplating staying in bed and not moving. What did I have to get up for anyway?
Nothing,the voice commented.
I could hear Lincoln moving quietly around the living room and kitchen. While the notion of doing nothing was appealing, I still wanted to see him before he left for work.
He doesn’t want to see you,the voice said.If he did, he would’ve woken you up.
Groaning, I threw an arm over my face for a brief moment to get my shit together. To get my head on straight. Sleep had been practically non-existent. Up and down. Uncomfortable. Restless. But every time I tried to leave, Lincoln pulled me right back. Not for sex but for cuddles and conversation.
Still, it didn’t help. His presence didn’t stave off the chaos. Instead, I was stuck lying there all night with a million and one awful thoughts tumbling through my head.
I was fucking exhausted.
And despite that, I dragged my ass out of bed. I grabbed a pair of pants and a sweatshirt, not really giving a fuck what I wore. I combed a hand through my hair as I wandered out of the room in search of Lincoln. Hewas busy in the kitchen, making coffee. A soft smile lit up his handsome face when he saw me.
“Good morning,” Lincoln said. I grunted, a little too tired for words, and he chuckled. “I made you coffee too, don’t worry.”
“Thank you,” I replied and made my way to the kitchen table. He said something more, but I was a little too zoned out to pay attention.
Instead, I just watched him, mesmerized by the little things he did. Lincoln didn’t have to do a single thing for me to find him fascinating.
