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“I’m easy, babe.”
Easy, huh? “So you want to fuck?”
He froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.
“Seriously? Here I am, trying to be all sensitive and considerate, and you’re horny? Is that the kinda shit that gets you hot?”
“No, Torch. You make me hot. You’re touching me, we’re in bed, and you’re only wearing a pair of boxers, and I’m wearing shorts and a vest. We’re practically naked already, and I want you inside me.”
He growled under his breath as he moved fast, rolling us, so that I was on my back, and his weight covered me, and then he cursed.
“Fuck. I don’t have condoms. Let me go see if I can snag any from someone.” Was it a comfort that he had none here? Did that mean he wasn’t always having women up here? Or was it worse than that? Did he sleep around without them?
“I’m on birth control,” I said slowly, wondering if I could ask about his past, without offending him.
“I never fuck without condoms, babe.” For a moment I thought he was telling me he wouldn’t, but then I realised what he was saying. He’s clean, is what he was saying.
“So…”
“I haven’t been with anyone but you in months, babe, so if… uh…”
“Just fuck me, Torch. I need you. I need you to remind me of who I am, and who I belong to.” He hesitated, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip as he stared down at me.
“Uh… you’re saying you want me to be uh…”
“Rough. Be who you are. Treat me like you always do, and reclaim me as yours, Torch. He touched what’s yours, so don’t you want to take me back?”
He made a snarling noise as his lips crashed against mine, and he slowly pushed my top up, baring my breasts to his gaze as he sat up, straddling me.
“Fuck. Babe, I don’t know if I can.” My heart thudded in my chest, because I didn’t know if he was rejecting me, or just rejecting mistreating me after what I’d been through tonight.
“Torch, it’s what I need right now. Get me out of my head, please. Reduce me to your filthy fucktoy, and use me. I’m begging you,” I blushed as I finished speaking, well,begging, as I said.
Torch took a deep breath.
“Fine. Remember you can use ‘Phoenix’ to stop me.”
It was never going to happen.
Twenty-Four
Sheneededit,that’swhat she kept telling me, but I wasn’t comfortable being rough and mean with her right now, not when she’d nearly been murdered tonight, because of me. How could I now treat her like a worthless whore, when that’s how he saw her.
I was trying, I honestly was, because she needed it, but every single touch, and every single word, just made me feel like a bigger asshole, and I couldn’t handle it. It was eating at me.
“Get naked, whore. Show me my fucking body, so I can use it.” Every word felt like a punch to my stomach, but I had to try, for her.
She shed her clothes rapidly, laying back again, her chest heaving, as she started to respond to my tone. Fucking hell. How could she make me do this right now?
“Torch?” I lifted my eyes from her chest, and forced a grin.
“Yeah babe, just checking out those fucking tits of yours. They look like they want bitemarks on them.”
She let out a soft moan, and practically arched her boobs right at me, so I leaned forward, running my tongue around one nipple, sucking it, and then biting lightly around it. Her breath caught in her throat, and she shivered.
If I focused on her responses, it didn’t make me feel like such a monster, but she needed more from me. I moved from her nipple, and sank my teeth into the flesh of her breast, hearing her gasping out my name as she arched again.
“Fuck me, Torch, please.”
