I’ve never reacted to a woman like this before.
Never wanted someone so badly it consumed me. But this is just physical. It has to be. One last time to get her out of my system.
Wren meets me thrust for thrust, her body moving in perfect sync with mine. She’s wild, untamed, a force of nature. And somehow, she wants this as much as I do.
I feel her pussy tightening around me, her breath coming in short gasps. “D… I’m close…”
“Come for me,” I growl, reaching around to rub her clit roughly. “Now, Wren.”
She shatters with a scream, her body clenching around me like a vise. The sight and feel of her coming undone pushes me over the edge, and I follow her with a roar.
We collapse onto the bed, a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving chests. For a moment, there’s only the sound of our ragged breathing.
Reality starts to creep back in. What the fuck am I doing? This woman… she’s dangerous. Not because she could physically harm me but because she makes me feel things I’ve spent years burying.
I need to kick her out. Tell her this was a mistake. That it can never happen again.
Instead, I find myself pulling her closer, burying my face in her hair. She smells like sex and sweat and something uniquely Wren.
“That was…” She trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.
We lie there in silence, but it’s not uncomfortable. It should be, given who we are, what we’ve done. But it’s not.
And that, more than anything, pisses me off. This was supposed to be the last time. To get her out of my system. But as I lie here, breathing in her scent, I know with sickening certainty that I’m more addicted than ever.
Blyat. I’m so fucked.
The words come out of my mouth like a bullet. “Nothing,” I growl, my voice rough. “That was nothing but a fuck.”
Wren’s body tenses for a split second, then relaxes. “Obviously,” she replies. She pushes herself away from me, the loss of her warmth like a bucket of ice water. “Just scratching an itch, right?” she says with a grin that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “No need to get all mushy about it.”
Something in my chest tightens. It’s like coming down from a high only to find the comedown is worse than you anticipated.
I watch as she slides out of bed, her curves catching the faint light from the window. She moves with the grace of a predator, snatching up her clothes from where they’re strewn across the floor.
“Bathroom?” she asks, not bothering to look at me.
I jerk my chin toward the door on the left. She nods once, padding across the room. The light flicks on, harsh and unwelcome.
Water runs. I hear her moving around. It’s all so… clinical. Like she’s done this a hundred times before. Like I’m just another notch on her belt.
The thought shouldn’t piss me off. It’s exactly what this was supposed to be. What I wanted it to be. So why do I feel like punching something?
I try to focus, to shake off this bullshit feeling. But my body’s heavy, drained from our fuck-fest. My eyes are closing despite my efforts to stay alert.
The bathroom door opens, and Wren steps out, fully dressed. She looks… untouchable. Like we didn’t just spend hours with our hands all over each other.
She strides over to the coffee table, movements quick and purposeful. Without a word, she snatches up the stacks of cash, stuffing them into her pockets like she’s afraid they’ll disappear if she doesn’t move fast enough.
Wren turns, her eyes meeting mine for a split second. There’s something there—a flicker of… something. But it’s gone before I can name it.
“Well, that was fun,” she says, her voice light and indifferent. “Consider this athank you fuck, big guy.”
I want to say something. To stop her. To… fuck if I know what. But my tongue feels like lead, and before I can spit out the words, she’s gone.
The front door slams, the sound echoing through the apartment like a gunshot.
I should get up. Should make sure she’s really gone.Should…something. But my body’s shutting down.
