“I want you to,” she chokes out as her tears spill over. “I-I need you.”
I shake my head, knowing I won’t be able to turn her down.
She releases my dick, and I let out the breath I’d been holding in, but my relief is quickly replaced with something else when she drops to her knees. “Raylee,” I growl, pulling on her hair to lift her up, but she swats my hands away since I didn’t have a tight enough grip and takes my cock into her mouth. “Raylee,” I snap, getting angry with myself.
Getting to her feet, she slaps me. “Don’t call me that,Colton.” She uses my full name.
“Ray—”
She slaps me again, and I grip her chin, my eyes narrowing down on her. The look of fucking triumph crosses her pretty features, and I hate that it makes me want to wipe it off her face.
We’ve always gone toe-to-toe with one another. She knows what to do and exactly what to say to push me. “Don’t make me—”
“Make you what?” She licks her busted lip.
My body trembles with the need to dominate while rocking her to sleep. I’ve never wanted to hurt her and cocoon her in Bubble Wrap at the same time.
“Show me who you are, Colt. Remind me what I am.” She runs her nails down my chest, cutting my skin, and I grind my teeth.
“You’re letting him win,” I growl, and her body goes stiff against mine.
“No. You’re letting him win,” she argues, shoving my hand from her chin. “You’re treating me like I’m broken. As if I don’t know what I want.” Her hand connects with my face again, and my cheek is now on fire. “You’re fucking weak!” she screams.
I grip her wrists in my hands to keep her from hitting me anymore, and she whimpers, but her eyes tell me she’s not going to stop. “I’m not—”
“You said you love me.” Tears fall from her pretty eyes, and she yanks her hands free from my loosened grip. I’m trying my best not to hurt her.
“I do.”
“Another lie!” she shouts. “I’m just a game to you. You don’t give a fuck …” Her hand slaps my face once more, and I’ve had enough.
Stepping into her, I grab her ass and lift her off the floor. I walk over to the bed and toss her onto it. Settling between her parted legs, I take my cock into my hand and press into her cunt. Not even checking to see if she’s ready.
A cry rips through the room when we both realize she’s not as wet as usual. I’m not going to use a condom with her. I never have before, and I’m not going to start now just because Nate raped her. I want her to know that things are the same. That I still want her and need her like I always have.
“Is this what you want, princess?” I growl, placing my hands behind her knees and spreading them wide open. Pulling back, I slam forward, making her tits bounce.
She covers her face with her hands, muffling her cries. I let go of her legs and pin her upper arms down to the bed instead, ripping her hands from her face. “Look at me, princess,” I demand. My heart is pounding, and my pulse is racing at what she’s feeling right now. Why she’s making me do this. Why she’s going to push herself so far, so soon.
When she opens her eyes, tears spill down the side of her face. I always want her begging for me with mascara streaks running down her gorgeous face, but it’s different. I never want to see her like this. “What are you?” I ask her, softening my voice.
She shakes her head, sniffing.
I squeeze her arms harder and growl, “Tell me.” Lowering my face to her neck, I pull my hips back and then push forward, going slow but deep. Her pussy gets wetter with each thrust. “Tell me that you’re my good little slut and that you want me to make you come all over my dick.”
She chokes out a sob, and I bite down on her skin.
“Please?” she cries.
My chest tightens at the single word. She’s never sounded this desperate before, but I can’t break. She needs me to be strong and give her what she wants, so I’m going to do it. “You know the rules. You want it, you have to beg for it.”
“I’m—” I feel her swallow against my lips. “I’m your good little slut,” she whimpers, admitting it. “Please make me come … all over your dick.”
“Good girl,” I whisper, but don’t let up. “You’re my good little slut, princess.” I lean up just enough to take her lips with mine. I kiss her. Dominating her mouth, letting her feel my love, my hate, my fucking regret. I pour everything I have into it, hoping that she understands that I love her, and I’ll do anything for her.
When I pull away, we’re both panting. “Look at me. Eyes on me.” I tell her while I fuck her into my mattress, holding her down. I don’t want her closing her eyes and seeing Nate.
I slam into her, almost as if I hate her. But I don’t. Not anymore. And honestly, I don’t think I ever did. I’ve heard people say it’s hard to pinpoint the exact second you fall in love with someone. I’m pretty sure it was the moment I first saw her. And I’ve been falling ever since.
