Page 119 of Bitter Lies

“You pushed me into his arms,” I say stiffly against his chest.

His chest spasms as he sucks in a breath, and I release my own when he loosens his hold. “And I’ll fucking regret it for the rest of my life.”

My throat is thick with tears, and I have to swallow twice to speak past it. “Why?”

“Why what? Why did I push you away? Because I…liked you, and you chose Bobby Moore.”

“But I—”

“I get it,” he interrupts gruffly, “now.”

With a small smile, born of sadness and loss, I move from his lap and stare at my hands. ”It’s too late now.”

“Fuck that!” he says, turning to me with blazing hazel eyes.

“Griffin, we’re not those kids anymore. I’m not…her. I’m…well, I don’t know what I am, but it can’t be what it could have been.”

With a growl, he runs his hands down his face. “Then it’ll be something new.”

“No! No! You don’t want me! You don’t even know me! And that leaves sex! I’m not something you can fuck out of your system.”

“Wanna bet?” He turns to me with a fierce light in his eyes and pushes me back onto the couch.

“I’ve been obsessing about this pussy since I kissed you on your fourteenth birthday. And I’m not fucking kidding, you’re mine.”

My clit is pulsing at his proximity but I ignore it as I show my distaste with a wicked sneer. “Until when? You get tired of me?”

Sensing my need, he runs his length over my core and groans, his mouth quirking into a sexy smile. “Maybe, or maybe I’ll never get fucking tired of it. But you want this just as badly, Halsey. Your body doesn’t lie.”

He runs his fingers over me deliciously and I arch against him with a moan, need coursing through me so heavily I’ve lost sight of the conversation.

“Admit it,” he growls, pulling my shorts down and palming me.

“What,” I groan, humping against him nastily.

His nostrils flare, and his eyes are wide as he demands, “Beg me for it.”

“Wh-what?” I gasp, flipping my eyes open.

With a feral cry, he drops between my legs and licks me up, all the while staring intently into my eyes, and with a cry, I arch into him, creaming on his tongue.

Lewdly, he runs his tongue back down my folds before twirling it against my clit and sucking it into his mouth. Humping against his face desperately, I grab his hair and pull as he smiles against me and fucks inside. The sweet pull of an orgasm races through me, and I’m standing on the precipice when he pulls back and says, “Beg.”

“N-no,” I stutter, collapsing to the couch with tears building in my eyes.

Pulling his pants below his dick, he rubs it against my folds, his precum mixing deliciously with mine, and caught, I pump against him once more.

“Say it,” he moans, slapping my lips with his dick.

“Griffin, please,” I beg but for what, I don’t know.

His demands feel like more than a plea for sex, and if I give in, will I lose that last bit of myself I’ve been clinging to?

“Beg me to fuck your pretty pussy hard, sweet. Tell me, and I’ll make you come so good.”

Staring into his eyes, I crumble because I see a strange desperation that makes my heart ache. He needs this—why, I don’t know—but if I can give it to him…

“Please fuck me, Griff, I need you,” I say, crying out when he surges inside of me with a desperate moan.

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