“Who's still standin' right fuckin' here?”
His fingers push inside me again, as if to change the locks so Andrew can’t get in.
“You start catchin’ feelings? You’re not just losin’ him. You’re losin’ all of it.”
A whine tears free before I can shove it down.
I should stop this, open my fucking mouth.
But I’mrightthere, on the edge of climax.
“You want the fantasy?” he growls.
“You think pretty boy's in it for your personality?C'mon.He's in it 'cause you're a challenge. Once he fucks you, he's out.”
He pushes his mouth up against my ear,
thrusting his fingers faster.
“The mystery's keepin' him hooked, Baby."
His other hand circles my clit,
rough and punishing.
“And you?
“You’ll bleed yourself dry tryin’ to keep him,
“burn the kingdom down for him.
“Then when he leaves?
“There ain’t gonna be nothin’ left standin’.”
And then I come, hard and vicious.
Ben rubs faster,
setting everything on fire,
pulling the pleasure into pain,
spinning out past the edge where my body should’ve let go.
The fire keeps spreading.
White-hot.
Teeth-bared.
Skin-splitting.
I shove my face into the mattress,
my cry ripping out from a hollow place.
My body jerks, twitches, fights,
