“Again.”
He wasn’t mad about the file. He didn’t give a damn about that fucking file.
He was mad I left.
He washurt.
I hurt him.
His hands pulled me up, spinning me to face him. There was a menacing fire in his dark eyes, but there were also tears on his cheeks, sliding down into his scruff. Before I could utter a word, he sat down in the chair and pulled his hard cock free.
My eyes widened.
“You want my forgiveness? Earn it,” he snarled as he pulled me into his lap, impaling me on his rigid length. My ass stingedfrom his hand and the blissful pain of his cock stretching my pussy only amplified it.
A guttural moan left me before I whispered his name.
His hand covered my mouth roughly while his other pulled my hair, forcing me to keep eye contact with him. “Ride my dick until I tell you to stop,” he grunted, flexing his hips.
My body was quivering as it tried to accommodate him.Weeks.Fucking weeks without him. Slowly, ignoring the twinge of pain in my hip, I began to move, grinding against him as he stared up at me, his jaw tight.
“I couldn’t save you,” he grit out. “I was too late.”
His anger and venom weren’t all for me; I could see the self-hatred in his eyes. James Garner, the man behind the mask of perfection, didn’t think he was good enough anymore.
I brought my hands up to his shoulders, so I could ride him better, fuck him the way he needed me to. I brought my hips up and slammed them back down, my eyes pleading with his.
Don’t hate yourself for my mistakes.
I had never felt so full. His cock stretched me to the point of pleasurable pain. I clenched around him as I came down again, and his hand fell away from my mouth as he groaned, his eyes falling closed.
“You are my hero, James,” I breathed as I brought my hands up to his face. His eyes snapped back open at my words, and he snarled, bucking his body into mine. My eyes studied every centimeter of his face, engraving its beauty into my brain. I had taken our time together for granted and hurt us both countless times over the past year. My past anger shouldn’t have even existed.
Life was too damn short.
I slid down his length again and stopped moving, my pussy filled with him.
“I’m sorry,” I said, kissing his scruffy cheek. “I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you. I’m sorry I moved out in New York when I didn’t want to leave. I’m sorry for being scared of my feelings for you and the power you have over me.” I placed light kisses all over his face, fucking him slowly.
“I’m sorry I took our time together for granted. I’m sorry for pushing you away. I’m sorry for all the things I said. I’m sorry I haven’t been loving you in the way that you deserve. You are a good man, James Garner. You saved me. The only reason why I am here today is because of you,” I admitted, leaning my forehead against his.
His hands found my thighs. Not squeezing, not rubbing. Just resting there as he listened.
A tear fell free and began its descent down my cheek as I mustered up the courage to say the words that needed to be said. “I’m sorry for trying to be brave and leaving. I’m sorry I betrayed your trust, James. I’m sorry for taking your heart with me,” I whispered, my fingers weaving into his hair. I inhaled an unsteady breath. “I’m sorry you lost yourself to the darkness because of me.”
He captured my lips then, cutting me off to ravage me. He kissed me with such force and hunger, it felt unfamiliar, yet I wanted more. He was unhinged now. The mask that had protected him for so long had shattered, and I was the one holding the hammer. He grunted and cursed against my lips as he leaned back, angling us.
“Hold on the fucking chair,” he ordered, his hands palming my ass, gripping the flesh painfully. My hands snapped to the back of the chair, holding on for dear life.
“This pretty little cunt is going to take every last fucking drop of me,” he growled as he pulled out, the head of his cock teasing my entrance as I whimpered with anticipation.
“Yes, agent,” I said softly, licking the outer shell of his ear.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned, slamming back into me. Hard. So hard, dots danced in my vision.
I buried my face in his neck as he fucked out his hatred, his anger, and probably his sanity. I cried out over and over, my fingers aching as I continued to hold on to the chair. When my pussy began to quiver for him, when my climax had almost reached its peak, his words sent me over the edge.
“Take this dick, princess. Take all of it—all ofme.”
