“No, you don’t! You’re just mad at me, so take it out on me.”
“No.” He fists his hands at his sides.
“Yes. I want you to. Use me. Fuck me like you hate me, I don’t care. Just take all that anger you have inside right now and give it to me. Show me how hurt you are. Make me pay.”
I walk up to him, chest grazing his as we stare down at each other. I know I’ve been getting used to their touches and manhandling, to the point where I no longer get any icky feelings or slight moments of panic. But one thing I haven’t let them do is get extremely rough with me. It’s a hard line for me to cross and requires a lot of trust.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he whispers.
I look into those beautiful gray orbs that plead with me to ease this pain he feels inside and smile. “I do, and I want it. No holding back, give me your all.” It may be a hard line, but I trust him. I trust both of them.
His jaw ticks, nostrils flaring, pupils dilating, and for a second, I think he’s going to refuse me again. But in the blink of an eye, he jumps me, fisting my hair painfully, lips bruising mine in a punishing kiss. Then he yanks his hand back with my hair still in his grip and flips me around, bending me over the counter as I yelp.
I hear his pants hit the floor as he pushes my shirt up, then smacks my ass hard before leaning against me. “Tell me, Vixen, is his cum still inside of you?” he growls into my ear.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
He chuckles wickedly. “Good.” Then rams into me. No foreplay, no checking to see if I’m wet, simply forcing himself into my tight cunt.
“AHHHH!”I scream as my head drops forward, but he quickly tightens his hold on my hair and pulls me up, forcing my head back and arching my body.
My palms lay flat on the surface of the kitchen island, mouth wide open as I cry out repeatedly. The edge of the counter digs into my hips as he plows into me with powerful, relentless thrusts. I know I’ll have bruises there tomorrow, but I don’t care.
“You like that, baby? Do you like me fucking you like I hate you?”
“YES!” I shout, tears rising in my eyes at how brutally he’s fucking me, but I don’t stop him. We both need this.
The grunts he releases are feral, unhinged. Like a beast that’s been trapped for years, finally breaking free. I’ve never seen this wild unrestrained side of Gabe before, and I realize now that this is the side of him my subconscious used to fear. But now that I know the real him, now that I’ve fallen for the real Gabriel, I’m not afraid anymore. I want all of him, his good and his bad, and I love every version of him.
Noah marches down the stairs and comes over to the kitchen, taking a seat at the island in front of me. Gabe doesn’t seem bothered by his presence, in fact, it seems to fuel him. He fucks me even harder, one hand pulling my hair and the other leaving bruise marks on my hip.
I’m gasping and panting, moaning and screaming, nails clawing at the flat, smooth surface of the counter. Noah leans in on his elbows, his face inches away from mine. His eyes are focused on mine, moving from one to the other. I feel my face flush at being examined while also being fucked.
“She’s close,” he tells Gabe with a smirk.
“Oh, I know. I can feel her pussy shaking around me. She’s choking my dick to death, and it feels fucking amazing.” He laughs. “Isn’t that right, baby? You gonna come all over my cock like a good girl?”
“Oh God! Yes!” I cry out.
“Then fucking come!” He yanks on my hair harder, my scalp feeling like it’s been set on fire, and releases my hip to smack the side of my ass cheek hard.
I detonate on a scream. “GABRIEL!!!” My arms give out beneath me, just as he untangles his fist from my hair. Noah places his hand beneath my head seconds before it smacks against the counter.
Gabe takes hold of my hips, lifting me off the ground as he continues to brutalize my pussy with savage thrusts. My thighs, ass, and hips burn from the assault, but my body loves it. Wants more of it. Wishes it would never end, and that Gabe wouldtouch me in this consuming way forever.
But within a few more strokes, he releases a barbaric roar and slams into me one last time, filling every inch of me until I feel him running down my legs.
He sets my feet back to the ground and leans over my body, kissing my shoulder lovingly. “I could never hate you, Vixen,” he whispers against my heated sticky skin.
~ Two Days Later ~
Gabe and I pull up at Morgan’s house just as Aubrey steps out of my car beside us. I climb out of Gabe’s car quickly and rush over to her, taking her in my arms.God, it feels like I haven’t seen her in forever.When we lived together, we used to see each other every day, now I’m lucky if I get to see her once a week.
“Ugh! I’ve missed you so much!” I squeeze her tightly against me.
She giggles softly, pulling me in as well. “I’ve missed you too, Ronnie. It’s so weird not living together.”
I pull back as we hold each other at arm’s length. “How are things going with living in the Ford Manor?”
