My body shook in need as my hands found his chest, raking down his scarred and inked body. He felt so goddamn good.
He shuddered and then slammed his lips against mine, my body arching into his, every muscle tense, head pounding, oxygen gone. All I could taste was me on his tongue. My cum on his lips. Fuck me, it tasted so damn good.
He sank his teeth into my lip, blood immediately coating my tongue.
I moaned, deepening the kiss, the saltiness addicting as our tongues danced together. I couldn’t breathe. I was running out of air.
But I couldn’t stop.
I ripped my nails against his skin, moving my hips in time with his, meeting him with each thrust, my entire body on fire, buzzing as he slammed into me violently and unforgivingly. As he went as deep as he could possibly go.
He broke the kiss, his forehead finding mine again, his lunar eclipse eyes focused on me and nothing else.
Just me.
Just us.
“Olivia,” he panted, the name half a snarl, half something else.
I felt the end nearing again, one hand wrapped around his wrist, the other sliding around his neck into his hair at the baseof his neck.
It slammed through me. “Everett,” I said, tightening around him, the feeling of bliss passing through me in overpowering waves, tears streaming down my cheeks as the feeling of it overwhelmed me.
He came just a second later, pounding into me until I was convinced he wanted to make sure I was dripping his cum for the next week. Until I was sure he wanted me to never forget the way he felt in this moment.
Over and over again.
Our eyes locked, never wavering.
Until he finally slowed and stopped, my body weak, and shaking. I was ready for bed, but I had one last thing I needed to do.
Still panting, I hardened my eyes and used what little strength I had left to shove him off.
He fell back without a fight, not having expected me to do that, I guess.
I stood, Evelyn pulling her fingers out of her from where she had propped herself up on the other side of the bed. I guess she had finished too.
I walked over, unsteady on my feet, and pulled a robe from my closet, not bothering to think too much about who had put it there. “Another payment done,” I told him, watching as he sat up, his cock still twitching, now covered in my cum. My eyes locked with his. “Get your shit and get out of my house. I’ll see you when the next one is due.”
With that, I headed out of my bedroom and into my bathroom down the hall, locking the door behind me.
I fell back against the door, releasing a nervous breath, my hands shaking, my mind spinning.
I touched my lips gingerly, biting the corner of one, the taste of blood, cum, and Everett forever stained there.
I closed my eyes, my shoulders falling as the realization of something slammed into me so hard, it took my breath away.
I didn’t want to forget him.
I didn’t want to erase him from my skin.
I didn’t want to give my payments to anyone else.
I didn’twantanyone else.
All I wanted was him.
But to him, I was just another client. One his boss ordered him to fuck and collar.
