Fuck, I’ve taken it too far.
“M-m…” she pants.
I pull my mouth from her, bracing myself for her scream.
The word that was meant to protect her from this. From me.
“Sinclair, I’m sorry, I?—”
But she’s screaming, drowning me out as she launches herself at me. I move back just in time before her fingers penetrate my eye sockets.
“M—!”
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SINCLAIR
“M-motherfucker!”I yell, finally getting the word out. Finally regaining control over my body.
Denver’s already off me, but I slap him hard across the cheek.
He grabs my wrist, his eyes wild. “You didn’t use your safe word. Why didn’t you use it?”
“I didn’t need to! I had you. I was going to beat your ass,” I snarl, using my other hand to try and hit him again.
He grabs that one too, easily blocking my shot. “Enough. You don’t need to keep fighting. If you get them off you, then you run, okay? You get away.”
My breath is coming in sharp bursts as my heart pounds. I yank my hands free and shove at his chest, needing to do something with all the energy that’s racing through me.
“I had you!” I screech, giving him one final push before dropping my arms to my sides, my breath shuddering as I suck in giant mouthfuls of air. “I had you!”
“Breathe,” he instructs.
I stare into his eyes as I get my breath back, my entire body tingling like I’ve had a shot of adrenaline injected straight into my bloodstream.
Denver searches my eyes before averting his gaze. A muscle clenches in his cheek and I follow his line of sight to my breast.
My nipple is puckered and glistening, damp with his saliva.
I wrench my top up, covering myself.
“I would have gotten away. I got some good hits in. And I was about to go for your eyes like you taught me.” I swallow, composing myself as I notice red scratch marks on his neck. “Are you okay?”
Denver looks at me like he can’t work something out.
“You did. Some good hits. And I’m fine. But?—”
“I think that’s enough for today, though.” I avoid his eyes, getting quickly to my feet. “I’m going to take a shower,” I call as I race from the room without looking back.
I grind to a halt the moment I turn the corner into the hallway, sagging against the wall where he can’t see me. My hands drop to my knees, and I drag in a shuddery breath.
What the hell was that?
His mouth was on my?—?
A low curse vibrates from inside the gym. A deep thud accompanies it, and I know he’s punched something.
A succession of muttered fucks drift out. They’re laced with regret, and I squeeze my eyes shut. But I asked him to do it. Iwantedhim to do it.
