“Then I won’t stop, baby doll.”
“Oh—” she gasped. “Oh God—”
I didn’t hold back. I gripped her waist tighter, anchoring her, keeping her exactly where I wanted her.
Her whole back arched off the mattress, mouth open in a silent cry, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes from the sheer overwhelm of her reaching her orgasm. I drove through every spasm, merciless,grinding against her cervix and watching her shake apart with a dark, quiet satisfaction.
She was still clenching around me, aftershocks rolling through her, when I finally let myself go. My vision tunneled, every last thread of control burned through. I stopped being careful, chased the feeling of her walls still gripping me, felt her twitch and jolt every time I bottomed out, and I used that.Used her.The headboard cracking against the wall with every thrust, her body taking everything I gave her without a choice in the matter.
I buried myself to the hilt on the last thrust and choked on a breath, grinding in, getting deeper, feeling her clench desperately around me as my vision went completely white. My jaw locked. Every muscle in my body seized. I came so hard it wiped me clean. No thoughts, no noise, no Darragh or my father or the hospital bills or any of it. Just her, us, the tight heat of her body milking me dry while I shook apart inside her.
And then her walls clamped down, her whole body seizing underneath me as a third orgasm tore through her without warning. She cried out, the sound broken and too loud for the quiet apartment and my neighbors I was going to have to face in the hallway tomorrow. I cursed low under my breath.
My cock was still throbbing inside her, oversensitive, every clench of her walls around me sending a painful jolt up my spine that was almost too much.
But I held her still, almost toppling over as she rode it out with an overstimulated cry, her legs twitching over my shoulders. I didn’t move until the last tremor left her, my body aching for a break but wanting more at the same time as her tight little cunt gripped the life from me.
When the last tremor finally left her body I loosened my grip on her thighs and let her legs slide from my shoulders, slow, feeling every inch of her unwinding around me. I lowered myself over her instead, my cock still pulsing inside her as I listened to the frantic thud of her heart againstmine before I leaned down, kissing her softly. Slow and deep while I was still buried inside her, still feeling every small aftershock move through her walls like her body couldn’t quite let me go.
Once she settled completely, I held her in the quiet and didn’t let go.
This woman was mine.All of her. Every broken piece. And I wanted to be the man to put her back together.
Chapter thirty-four
Ingrid
The silence in Tristian’s apartment was heavy as I sat on the edge of the leather sofa, the blue light of the TV flickering as I scrolled aimlessly through Netflix. It had been a few days since I fled my parents’ house to seek refuge here. Tristian was my anchor, but I could feel my own desperation building.
And I had to give him space. I knew the pattern, I knew what happened if my desperation got worse. The clinginess, the need, all of it overflowing until he pulled back. I couldn’t do that again.
So I’d asked for space and he’d given it to me without question, headed to the tattoo parlor then the gym, leaving me here with my thoughts and a phone that had been silent for days.
I checked it again. I’d been trying to reach out to Camila, let her know what had happened with Papa. But all my messages had gone unanswered. Now, on this hundredth check today, worry was beginning to set in.
My sister and I were two sides of the same fractured coin, both shaped by the sharp edges of our parents’ cruelty. She had always been the stronger one, the first to receive our father’s rage, and the only one of us with enough backbone to fight back, first against his abuse, and then be a shield to protect me when he turned the anger to me. She’d looked at me with disdain more often than not in the monthsbefore she left the house, but our bond of shared trauma must surely be thicker than her resentment. She was missing, and the pit in my stomach told me she hadn’t just walked away.
She wouldn’t just disappear.
Except she’d said no. When I asked if where she was going was better than home.
And now Darragh’s name kept surfacing alongside hers. I knew how deep his reach went through this city. I knew what he’d done to Tristian. And I kept thinking, what if someone had offered Camila the same kind of refuge? Not necessarily Darragh himself, but someone connected to him.
Maybe she had fallen into the same web that had once caught Tristian. Maybe someone had offered her refuge too…
Maybe someone worse.
And the stupid part of me had to know. Whatever the risk.
The safety of my sister might depend on it.
But Tristian would kill me if I went to find Darragh.
My phone buzzed. The suddenness of it jolted me, and I snatched it up. But it was only May inviting me out with her and Amber.
My instinct was to say no.
But then I paused.
