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Still, I cleared my throat, took a cleansing breath and braced myself for what had to happen.
“You can’t do this.” I winced, hoping he didn’t see the hurt those words caused me. “I’m sorry I put you in the position of breaking up your happiness. I wasn’t thinking and that sucks because I’m older than you are. I should have been more responsible, know better.”
“Not by much.”
I sighed. “Kid, I—”
“How long have you had something for me?” He asked, his eyes soft, comforting.
“You’re with someone.”
“I want you to take a good look around—take a good look.” He told me. “And tell me if you believe a woman lives here.”
He released me.
Though I didn’t really want to, my curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to see what kind of perfume she wore—if she wore panties or thongs. I wanted to see what made her better for him other than her looks.
When I found nothing, I went back and found him leaving the bedroom. I pushed him across it and didn’t let up until he was on his back on the bed.
I ripped my shirt, the buttons flying across the room as I exposed myself to him, daring him to resist. He licked his lips, wrapped his arms around my back and sat up to pulled one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it as he stood, released it then dropped me on my back to the bed.
I moaned.
Kid wasn’t tender.
He grabbed me in the way I thought he would. He held me, touched me, used me like I dreamed he should.
He restrained me, hands above my head. Each time I tried touching him, he’d pushed my hands back until he held my wrists together above my head. Kid kissed and sucked at my neck, then down between my breasts.
I knew he’d bruised me with the force of his mouth, but I didn’t care.
I would wear them like badges of honour, to remind me he’d fulfilled every carnal fantasy I’d ever had about him.
He trailed one hand down my body, circled my clit with a finger then inserted it into me.
My eyes widened, a gasp escaped my lips but nothing else could.
I held my breath when he pulled it back.
Kid used his thumb to circle my clit even after he slid the finger back in.
He met my gaze, his blue eyes seeing clean through to my soul.
“Was this what you wanted, Nella?” he asked. “Do you like it like this? Softer? Rougher?”
I should have been ashamed.
Sex was never this way for me.
It had never been something I enjoyed but with Kid—with just a finger—I was wild and wanted more.
He licked his lips, kissed me and demanded I answer his question.
Truth, this was a part of what I wanted. I stuck my hand between us and grabbed his cock. “I want this. Hard…”
He growled as I squeezed.
“Fast. Rough. Now.”
