My body and my mind are not on the same page, and it kills me inside.
How can I be so angry it feels as close as hate while still feeling this pleasure?
When he thrusts inside, it’s a statement.
He’s laying his claim on me, the physical proof of his earlier words.
You’re mine.
I can’t help the sounds that escape my lips, not when he slips a hand between our bodies and lazily circles his thumb against my clit.
His lips are against my ear. “What happened that made you not want to be with me anymore? Is it that scumbag I sent after you, Jax?”
Jax’s name on his lips is like a curse.
I can barely concentrate on his words, the pleasure that builds inside me, the tension that’s ready to snap at any time now clouding my thoughts.
“What?” My question is breathless. “Jax has nothing to do with?—”
My words are cut of with a moan when he changes the pace and rhythm of his thrusts to one that I love most.
One that always gets me off.
“Fuck you,” I cry out, starting to shake.
“I doubt he knows how to fuck you like I do,” Daegel whispers roughly. “How to make you moan, gasp, and tremble through one orgasm after another.”
Just as he thrusts inside me again, the tension that’s been building in me finally snaps. I cry out as my orgasm crashes through me, making me tremble like a quaking aspen.
“You see, we fit together so well,” he murmurs against my neck. “Stop fighting it. Stop fighting me.”
Daegel rolls his hips slow and steady as I ride the wave of pleasure until I finally come down from the height of it. With one last thrust, he tips over the edge too, filling me up.
Daegel hovers above me, face unreadable. There’s no tenderness in it.
I roll my head to the side, breath uneven.
The room is quiet. Too quiet.
Ice settles in my bones.
I swallow the lump forming in my throat. It feels like something inside me just broke. Unrepairable.
I want him off me. As far away as possible.
Finally, he sighs. “Tell me what thoughts are mulling in that pretty head of yours.”
“I want to know the truth.”
His jaw tightens.
I force myself upright. My chest is tight. Everything inside me hollow.
He’s still inside me.
“You say you’re not Caligos,” I say, voice steadier than I feel. “That you don’t know everything. But how much do you know about your family’s business?”
A small frown appears between his eyebrows.
