Chapter 312
Chapter 312
Chapter 179: Then Wear It
Reese
“Look at me!” I snarled instead wanting to focus on the woman spread out beneath me. The command was raw, ripped
from a place of furious frustration at my mind.
Penelope’s head jerked, her tear–filled eyes struggling to focus on me. There was no fire. It wasn’t enough.
I fucked her deeper, grinding against her cervix with each punishing stroke, using her suspended body like a battering ram
against my own mind. Her cries became ragged sobs, her body convulsing in my grip, but I didn’t relent.
I chased my release not for pleasure, but for annihilation–the obliteration of memory, the silencing of the phantom voice
whispering Elizabeth’s name while I fucked Penelope.
I felt it building, a dark pressure coiling low in my gut. My grip tightened impossibly on her ankles, my knuckles white,
tendons standing out like cables on my forearms.
I drove into her suspended form with a final, brutal surge, burying myself impossibly deep, grinding against her as a guttural roar tore from my throat. It was less climax than detonation, a violent expulsion of energy aimed at the void inside me. I held myself rigid, locked deep within her trembling body, shuddering as the wave crashed over me, leaving
only a hollow, echoing silence.
I withdrew slowly, releasing her ankles abruptly. Her legs dropped like dead weights onto the silk, splayed awkwardly. She Jay utterly still, breathing in shallow, hitched gasps, her eyes closed, tears drying on her cheeks.
I stepped back, pulling off the condom with sharp, efficient movements. I disposed of it and collapsed beside her on the bed and she curled into me immediately like a cat seeking attention.
The room still smelled like our perfume, sweat, and the kind of desperation I could taste if I licked my teeth. Penelope lay half draped across my chest, breathing hard, her fingers drawing lazy shapes on my chest like she thought we’d just created some profound, spiritual connection.
Cute.
She always looked at me like she was trying to memorize me. Like if she stared long enough she might somehow become someone I couldn’t walk away from. She didn’t understand the first rule of being with me.
I always walk away. Always.
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“Did I hurt you? ” I asked, though not interested in pillowtalk.
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She shook her head, blushing. And honestly? I almost felt pity for her. She looked so innocent. Soo in love… Soo clueless.
“Don’t fall asleep on me,” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her damp cheek. “I’m not done with you yet p>
Her smile was soft, dreamy. God, she really had no fucking idea. “No,” she whispered, almost shy. “I’m awake. I just… I like
this. Being here. With you. It reminds me of the good old days p>
Of course she does. I make it easy to like me. I make it purposeful to be wanted. I let her rest there another moment–just long enough to deepen the attachment–then I shifted, guiding her head off my chest and sitting up.
Her brows pinched slightly, confused. Good. Confusion is the doorway to control. I reached for the black gift box I’d placed
on the nightstand earlier.
“Here,” I said, tone casual. “Got you a little something p>
Her eyes widened instantly. Just like I knew they would. “You… got me a gift?” she breathed. “Oh my Goodness, Reese p>
I smirked. “Don’t sound so shocked, sweetheart. You know I’m the king of sweetness p>
She laughed as she sat up, naked and flushed, tucking the sheets around herself like she suddenly remembered modesty
mattered. She took the box carefully, as if it might vanish if she blinked. I leaned back against the headboard, stretching,
letting her look at me. Let her think she still had the upper hand.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.