Connor
I don’t want to look at Trish’s beautiful, deceitful face, but I need to be inside her. Need to possess her and mark her as mine. Caught in a frenzy of desire and anger, I slam my hips against her, burying myself in her tight, wet warmth. I’m angry, obsessed and jealous.
A bad combination, and I know I’m being rougher than I should. But I don’t care. I thrust deeper, making her take every last throbbing inch, burying myself to the hilt in her sweet pussy, and watching the place where our bodies are connected.
How I slide in and out of her and the way she pushes back. The slap of our skin echoes through the room, along with my grunts and her increasing whimpers.
My release is threatening, the pressure building hard and fast at the base of my spine, but I refuse to come before her. Sliding out of her slick body, I toss her onto her back, lower myself between her legs and slide inside again.
Reaching down, I play with her clit until she’s writhing and moaning.
Being inside her bare is the best feeling in the world. With no barriers, I can feel every sensation perfectly and I know it’s a stupid risk. One that I shouldn’t take, but I need this.
Need her on a primal level.
I’ve never felt this crazy kind of possession over a woman before and it’s making me a little unhinged. There’s a chance I could get her pregnant and I know I should pull out right now, but I don’t.
Flipping off fate, I lift her legs, throwing them over my shoulders and keep thrusting into her slick passage. Deeper, harder.
Beneath me she cries out, finding her release, body racked with trembles as the orgasm makes her inner muscles clench around me.
I can’t hold out any longer and every muscle tenses and then spasms as I empty my seed into her body. A powerful shudder rumbles through my entire body, and I groan, falling down on top of her. Burying my face in her fragrant, honey-scented hair, I feel the aftershocks pulsing through both of us and I’m reluctant to move.
For a long moment, our bodies stay connected, completely in sync, and the pleasure slowly abates. I pull out of her and roll to the side, still breathing hard, and unable to fully comprehend the intensity of what just happened.
I’ve never had sex like that before. My entire world was just rocked off its axis and I glance over at Trish who looks just as shaken as me. My anger is at a low simmer now instead of at the boiling point it was at earlier, and I’m starting to feel hurt more than anything.
Hurt and betrayed.
Because no matter what she claims, Trish deceived me. She didn’t tell me who she really was or that she was engaged to another man. She just used me.
The thought fills the back of my throat with bile, and I roll off the bed and start getting dressed.
I need to get the hell out of here before my emotions get the best of me.
“Connor?”
After pulling my pants on, I glance over at Trish, keeping my expression carefully blank.
“Are you still angry?” she asks quietly.
I want to yell and scream and rail at her that yes, I’m furious. But I can’t. All the steam has left me and I feel winded and completely at a loss. As much as I want to remain mad at her, my fractured heart won’t let me.
“I don’t know what I feel,” I admit and rake a hand through my hair. All I know is she’s making me crazy, making me feel things that are foreign and confusing. But I do know one thing there isn’t a happy ending in our future. She and I are impossible, despite how well we fit together physically. There are just too many variables that don’t work.
The problem is I don’t think I can turn off my obsession and desire for her. Even though I just fucked her into next Saturday, I’m thinking of new ways to take her and my dick twitches back to life.
“Can we talk?”
“No,” I growl and bend over to scoop up my shirt. After pulling it on, I tuck the gun in the back of my pants again. I know that I’m being mean and curt with her, but a part of me thinks she deserves it for keeping secrets.
Besides, what the hell is there to talk about?
I hate so many things about this situation, starting with the fact that she’s engaged to another man.
Another goddamn man.
But what if she wasn’t? A little voice asks.
The thought taunts me and I turn to lock gazes with Trish. Her dark eyes are full of uncertainty, and she looks so damn vulnerable that it tugs on my stupid heartstrings.
“Break off your engagement,” I say, my voice flat.
Her mouth drops open, and she sits up, pulling the blanket up to cover herself. She just blinks at me then starts to shake her head.
“I can’t,” she simply states.
“Why not?” I press, crossing my arms over my chest. “You said you don’t love him.”
Defeat washes over her face. “I don’t. But I already told you, my father – ”
“Fuck your father,” I interrupt, voice harsh.
For a moment she doesn’t comment, just studies me closely.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
My eyes narrow. “What’re you talking about?”
“You hate my father, my entire family, and you’d love to see me defy him and then get tossed out onto the street, wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t you?” she asks again, voice rising.
“Lower your voice. Someone’s going to hear you,” I snap.
“I don’t care!”
“Your father is an asshole,” I tell her. “So, yeah, I’d love to see you defy him.
“You don’t even know him.”
Unable to stop myself, I lift my left hand where I’m missing the top part of my pinky finger and snarl, “I know what he’s capable of and what he did to a 16-year-old kid.”
Her jaw drops and I shake my head, a wave of disgust washing over me. Before she can say anything, I turn and stalk back to the open window. Before climbing out, I glance back at her.
She looks so small on the bed, wrapped up in the sheet, and my heart fractures all over again with my final words, “Goodbye, Trisha. Good luck with Antonio.”
Then I slip out and reach for the fire escape ladder. Swinging over, I climb down. Once my feet hit the ground, I storm up the block, refusing to look back. Refusing to regret the horrible way I treated her and the terrible things I said.
She deserved it.