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I ignore her pleas, breathing hard.
I reach for a towel that I have in a compartment. I always keep shit like this on hand. I clean her up, wiping away everything I shot on her back, and as soon as I finish, she escapes my hold. She pushes her dress down so that she’s no longer exposed and readjusts the top of her dress so her breasts aren’t out anymore.
She opens the door to my truck fast and jumps out, still with her heels on. She’s angry. Well, so am I.
But if she thinks she’s going to leave me again, she’s sadly mistaken.
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Islam the door to Danny’s truck so hard his truck vibrates in response. I land on my heels, successfully landing without twisting an ankle on the frozen snowed lawn.
That was definitely hate fucking in there, and every second he buried his wrath inside of me, it only made me lust for him that much stronger.
My ass is sore, and my pussy throbs with pain because I only want to feel myself shatter one last time before I force myself to move on without him.
He wasn’t lying about punishing me tonight.
I walk away with tears flowing down my cheeks, a fraction of me pissed off that he did that to me.
I’ll never want to share what we have with someone else. He’s the only man that makes me feel safe and scared at the same time.
But I loved every second of it, which makes me cry even harder. My chest tightens when I reach for my spare key hidden underneath a large red pot of plants I keep next to my front door.
All I want to do is erase the past few months. I want to erase the night I lost my brother and my baby. And maybe the onlyway to erase the pain is to leave any association with this military life...for good.
I’m stuck in between;I’m hopelessly devoted,andI need to cut these ties from him for good…if I want a chance at a normal life.
I am so lost in my thoughts, I don’t hear Danny get out of his truck. I don’t hear his footsteps behind me, and now all I feel is his big hand stopping me from entering my front door.
When I try to swing the door open, he holds my hand tight, and I try to wrestle it out of his grasp.
I turn around to see that he’s only wearing a button up long sleeve and his slacks. He took off his top with all his medals, and now he’s staring at me with eyes reflecting an emotion I’m not sure I’m seeing right. His dark, sandy blond hair is messy, making him more attractive.
“What are you doing, Ari?” His question catches me off guard, and another tear escapes me.
My lips trembling, I stare back at him.
“I hate you.”
He grimaces when I spew out the words. He looks away from me, stunned, staring at the floor instead. He doesn’t let me go, though.
He licks his lips. “No, you don’t.”
“I do actually. Don’t you get it? I need you to leave me alone! I need to move on! And you’re not letting me!”
Maybe if I say these words out loud to him and to myself, things will start to change. I’ll manifest it into reality.
I’ll free myself from this sorrow. It’s everyone else’s fault I’m feeling this way.
“Let me move on because the more we do this, the more I’ll just fall back into you,” I plead once again.
“I’m sorry, but no.”
“Danny, let me go!” Finally, my hands are free, and I glare at him.
He’s so beautiful, I can’t look at him without feeling like I will melt away, even in intense moments like this.
