“Yeah, well, it takes one cruel asshole to recognize another.”
“You think this is cruel?” His hand slides up my throat, his thumb pressing under my jaw, while his fingers curl inside me so slowly it feels like torture.
“Yes.”
He leans in, his lips ghosting over my ear. “Because I’m notgiving you the ending you want? The one you know I’ll give you eventually, but only after I drag you through hell first? That’s poetic, don’t you think? You’re doing the exact same thing to me. You think I love knowing I can make you come but can’t make you stay? You’re gutting me, pretty girl. Every time you run, it’s another piece torn out. So tell me, who’s really the cruel one here?”
Motherfucker’s got me there.
“If I have to torture your body while you keep tearing my fucking heart out, then so be it. I’ll get through to you one way or another.” He drags his thumb across my lips, fingers hooking under my jaw to hold me still. “I’ve missed this mouth so much. I want to kiss you so bad.”
His grip tightens around my throat the second his fingers start moving again, and God help me, I want him. I don’t want to, but I do.
He leans in, close enough that his mouth brushes the edge of mine, and I can feel the way he’s holding himself back. He wants to kiss me, and it’s killing him not to. I see it in the way his eyes drop to my mouth, like he’s one second away from sayingFuck itand taking what he wants.
“Do it,” I whisper, my breath shaking.
Kiss me.
End me.
I’ll be yours.
“No.”
As much as it costs him to deny me, it hurts just as much to hear it.
He’s still inside me, fucking me like he knows my body better than I ever did, and I’m falling harder than I have before… until he rips himself away and the ache in my body turns to fire.
“Fucker!”
“Is that your safe word?” he taunts, smirking like the sadistic bastard he is.
“Phoenix… I can’t…”
“What? Is it torture? Does it feel like you want to crawl out of your fucking skin because it hurts too much to be touched like this? Does it feel like you’re about five seconds from dropping to your knees and begging for whatever the hell I’ll give you?”
“Yes,” I confess.
“Good. Now maybe you feel a fraction of what I’ve carried all these years.”
“Please…”
“Please what, baby?”
“Please let me come,” I beg, and his fingers thrust deeper.
My orgasm is building fast, tightening every muscle in my body. I’m moaning helplessly, clinging to him, my hips grinding down on his hand like my body already belongs to him… and only him.
“I swear if you stop, I’ll finish myself off.”
“And I’ll fuck my fist while you do it. So don’t threaten me with a good time because I’ve been hard since the second I smelled how wet this cunt was for me.”
My eyes fall to his mouth, craving something he's been refusing to give me.
“Please…”
He hears every unsaid word.
