Page 32 of Forged in Rain

“No,” I say, dropping my gaze to his chin.

“Did he touch you intimately?” he asks softly.

Nodding my head, I flinch when he swears and turns away, before whimpering and reaching for my shirt on the floor.

“I told you,” I say, biting my injured lip.

The pain grounds me, though, and I suck in a breath.

“Told me what?” he says, glaring at the door.

“You won’t even look at me.”

I know this shouldn’t matter because he’s a dick anyway but telling him my shame and having him reject me is more than I can take. I’m only human, and despite everything between us, I want him to want me—just as much as I want him. Dammit.

Turning back to me so quickly that I gasp and step away, he pulls me into his arms and says against my lips, “Oh, I’ll look at you, beauty.”

Searching his eyes, I say quietly, “You’re not disgusted?”

“No, Rain. Nothing about you disgusts me. Even if it should,” he says with a frown before dropping his mouth over mine.

Opening under his assault, I grab his shoulders and press against him, relief vying with desire. He wraps his tongue around mine, and I feel a thrill when he growls low in his throat.

“Fuck,” he breathes, picking me up and carrying me back to the bedroom.

Closing the door behind him, he sets me on my feet and backs me toward his bed. But when my legs brush the comforter, reality intrudes, and I say shyly, heat blooming in my cheeks, “I’m on my period.”

“I don’t care,” he growls, grabbing a towel off the floor and dropping it on the bed.

“Oh,” I say, contemplating refusing when he pulls me into a kiss and grinds the palm of his hand against my core.

All thoughts flee after that, and he pulls my bra off, palming my breasts. The nipples bead under his attention, and I collapse to the bed under his gentle shove, arching against him when he follows.

He pulls a tip into his mouth, and I cry out, bucking against him. Heat builds in my core, and I’m helpless under the onslaught as he palms me through my jeans, massaging me roughly.

“Cyn,” I breathe, my pulse pumping wildly in my veins.

He looks up at me, his brilliant eyes fiery and smiles, before standing and pulling my jeans from my body. There’s an awkward moment where I don’t know what to do because, yeah, period, but he steps back and releases his jeans, allowing me time to dispose of my tampon.

My cheeks burn with embarrassment, but he has no such issue as he pushes me onto my back and rolls his finger over my clit. Helplessly, I buck into him, losing myself to the sensation as he brings me to orgasm.

After I sag on the bed, whimpering when he slides deep and pumps into me rapidly, his face a mask of desire and something almost hateful.

I surge against him as pleasure rises within me once more and grind against his pelvis desperately until he grabs my ass and helps me along.

With a sob, I tumble over the abyss, and he snarls, grabbing me under my legs and thrusting into me. His eyes drop closed, and my chest clenches before he opens them and stares into my eyes.

The beautiful torment breaks something loose in my soul, and I breathe his name as he surges against me.

His eyes roll, and he stutters before gripping me almost desperately and I fall back to the bed, panting, my chest tight at his pained expression.

After a moment, he flips his eyes open, and I flush to the roots of my hair when he pulls out, and I see the mess we’ve made. But he’s unaffected and turns away from me to grab a towel.

After cleaning up in the bathroom, I blankly stare at my reflection, wondering how I just fell back on his dick like all his women do. I’m not doing a very good job of convincing him I don’t care, and it’s pretty apparent all he has to do is touch me, and I’m all over him shamelessly.

With a sigh, I smooth my hair back from my face, grimacing at my black eye. What a cluster.

I freeze when I open the door to the sound of Cyn’s sister speaking from down the hall.

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