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“Oh, shit, kitten.”

His hands were still in my hair, his elbows pushing on my breasts, his lips grazing my face without kissing. If it was even possible, he sped up, rearranging my guts and destroying my pussy in the most wonderful manner.

“Wyatt!” I shrieked, clenching my muscles everywhere.

“Oh, Chazzy, cum, baby.” His opened mouth was on mine, his grunts covering my face. “Oh, fuck, baby, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Something inside broke and the pressure exploded in a way I’d never felt before. Flushed with a cold wave, my muscles tensed painfully, and I bucked so hard, it knocked him off. From the pit of my core, a scream worked its way up my stomach, out my throat, and filled the air with a shrill that pierced my eardrums. Convulsing, a liquid gushed from my pussy, splattering over my thighs, his dick, and the floor.

“Christ,” he grunted, shoving back inside.

My teeth rattling, I went numb, thrashing about, making growls I couldn’t control while he pounded into me a few more times. His fist in my hair, he tugged my head down, forcing the ball deeper, and thrust hard, choking on a grunt as he shook violently and came inside me.

“Yes, baby, oh, fuck, yes, Chazzy.”

His teeth bit down on my neck, his frame jolting erratically with a couple tiny, jerky movements. Neither of us moved for several moments. As the intense orgasm receded, my muscles sagged, all my energy spent, and I slumped from my restraints, not even feeling the fire in my shoulders.

My mind reeling, my heart soaring, I sighed, my cheek on my bicep, and whispered, “I love you, Wyatt.”

Chapter 17

Chastity Monroe

A fist slammed into my chest, pushing me backward as he staggered away, choking on an inhale. Winded, I grimaced, tensing my muscles again.

“What the fuck?” I hissed, sucking on the back of my teeth.

The blindfold was snatched away, a few strands of hair ripping from my scalp in the haste. Batting my lashes, I stared at his horrified expression, squinting in confusion.

“What?”

His bright blue eyes were bulging, his complexion gray, his jaw gaping. Shaking his head vigorously, he fisted the silky cover and pointed, his chest rising and falling with his heaving breaths.

“Shut up!” he ordered, his Adam’s apple lurching. “Just… shut the fuck up.”

My brows furrowed, all the ecstasy of that amazing orgasm gone in the blink of an eye. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

He was slicing his arms through the air, stomping back and forth. Without warning, he charged forward, sneering and foaming at the mouth. Yanking the ball from my ass, I screeched, twitching my toes. His fingers deftly working at my restraints to release me, I cried out, my arms slapping to my sides like dead weight. I fell into the doorframe, grinding my teeth, the joints throbbing painfully.

In a matter of seconds, my feet were untethered, and he was shoving past me, stomping through his apartment.

“What is wrong with you?” I whined, rubbing my tender muscles.

He was barreling toward me once more, throwing my clothes at me. “Get dressed and get the fuck out.”

My heart sank, my mouth falling open. “What?” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes.

“Get out!” he roared, throwing his arm straight to point toward the door. “We’re done. Get the fuck out.”

Devastated and confused, I quickly tugged my shirt over my head and stepped into my shorts, wincing at the pain from the welts covering my flesh. Grabbing my panties and bra, I moved as quickly as I could, bowing my head when I passed him.

What the hell was going on? I didn’t understand. Why was he so upset with me? I thought what just happened was beautiful. I had never squirted before, was that something he didn’t like? I thought all men like that. Even so, for him to react so violently and cruelly?

Wyatt growled, grabbed my hair, and lurched me back, more strands breaking. Cowering and whimpering, I grabbed his wrist, my brows arching as I shot him a frightened look out the corner of my eye.

“What? What did I do?” I whispered, sniveling.

He shoved me against the wall, glowering hatefully. “You don’t get to say that to me, Chazzy,” he warned in a voice that chilled my bones.