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It was hard and fast and raw, and I didn’t care. We rode each other, thrust for thrust as I slammed into her. And when she came again, I pulled out of her, ignoring her whimper.
“Don’t worry, you’re going to ride me.”
I positioned myself so I was at the edge of the bed, feet planted. She straddled me, and as our eyes met, I lowered her down over my cock.
“Dorian.”
“You’re so tight at this angle, baby. Are you ready for me?”
Her gaze met mine. “I’m ready for anything.”
Grinning, I tipped her hips as she rocked on me, and she set the pace. In this position she could fall if I didn’t hold her, so I wasn’t going to fucking let her go. Instead I played with her breasts, loving the way she had my mark all over that beautiful body of hers. And when I slid my thumb over her clit, she came again, her pussy fluttering over my cock. I pulled her forward, hand on the back of throat, as I kissed her, moving fast as I pounded into her from below. And when I came, filling her, we both groaned, shaking.
“That was, that was…” She didn’t finish her sentence though. Instead she sat on my lap, hand on her chest, as she fought for breath.
Everything from the past few moments vanished from my mind as ice slid over me.
“Wellesley? Fuck. Did I hurt you?” I slid out of her and cradled her to me. “Baby. What’s wrong?”
“I’m just catching my breath. I’m fine.”
But then I saw them, the bruises on her hips, the slight red marks on her throat. The fact that it was taking her far too long to catch her breath. I had done all that.
“I hurt you. Fuck. I was too rough. You were a damn virgin, and I hurt you. I treated you so fucking rough I marked you.” I set her down on the bed and scrambled up, looking for my jeans.
“Don’t you dare leave. And don’t you dare call what we were just doing anything as cheap or not what we wanted.”
I whirled, jeans in hand as I stared at her. “I hurt you.”
“And my scratch marks are on your back. What the fuck, Dorian? Yes, I was a virgin, but both of us were in this bed just now. We both came multiple times. Sure it took me a moment to catch my breath, but I’m healthy again. I’m cleared for sex, and we had sex yesterday. Stop freaking out.” She walked towards me, her breasts bouncing and sticky, and I dropped the jeans. I just pulled her to my body, rubbing my cheek on the top of her head. She clung to me, shaking.
“I’m a fucking bastard.”
“Maybe. But you need to stop freaking out every time that I need to catch my breath, or you realize that both of us like it rough.”
My heartbeat finally began to slow but I couldn’t let her go. She was my ending, my beginning, my sin, and my salvation. “Sometimes it just hits me that you’re Wellesley, you know?”
“Somehow that made sense. But I’m going to need you to stop reacting that way. Because it’s starting to hurt.”
“Fuck. I’m sorry.” I leaned down and captured her lips as I held her close.
I was in love with Harper Wellesley. And I was a bastard. And I had to stop finding ways to hurt her so she would push me away. Because I had a feeling as soon as I told the others the truth, she would be the only one left. And I had no idea what the hell I was supposed to do with that.
Chapter 15
DORIAN
Harper had been correct.
Only it had taken three days for my entire family to show up.
In those three days, I had barely seen her. She had multiple events at work, and I was later going to be forced to attend the St. Patrick’s Day prep event. I didn’t even know that Cage Lake did things like a St. Patrick’s Day party.
I was pretty sure I had never been there in the month of March. But the whole town was treating me like I would always be there.
I ran my hand over my chest. I’d have to figure out exactly what I was going to do soon, because I wasn’t letting Harper go.
In those three days, I had come back to the house rather than stay at Harper’s apartment and now Lucky and I were working on the staircase.
