Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
She slaps me. “Fuck you.”
“Nah, you’re the one getting fucked.”
“Don’t be an asshole.”
“I am an asshole.” I grip her hips. “Turn around.”
“If you want to fuck me, do it like this. Look me in the eyes and see if you can continue to be a dick,” she challenges, angry tears racing down her cheeks.
“But that doesn’t prove my point, abejita,” I purr, twisting her around. “Does it?”
She shudders in my grip but doesn’t move away. I press my palm to the middle of her back and push her over the side of the couch so that her ass is prone to me. Slowly, I drag up her dress to reveal her white ass and black thong.
“Beg for me to fuck you,” I murmur. “Beg for me to fuck you like this.”
“Camilo…”
Her voice is so fucking sad it breaks something inside me. It confirms what I need to know. That I don’t deserve her. She should be with David. He might be old as hell, but at least he doesn’t lash out at her when he’s grieving.
“We should go,” she whispers. “Everyone will be waiting on you.”
“He’s dead,” I snap as I undo my slacks. “Dad can wait.”
“Camilo…”
I rub at her pussy from behind through her thong. She’s wet and needy. It gets my dick really hard knowing she’s a little kinky for this side of me. Then I remember I’m making a point, not exploring new kinks.
“Beg for me to take you like this, Sheridan. Beg.”
“Camilo, please.”
I pull her thong down her thighs and then free my dick from my boxers. Slowly, I stroke my erection before teasing her slick hole with it.
“Where’s your fight?” I demand, easing into her in a torturous way. “Where’s your sting, little bee?”
“I’m not going to fight you when you’re like this. You’re hurting.” She moans when I thrust all the way in. “We’ll get through this together.”
I slide almost all the way out and slam into her again. Over and over. Our skin slaps in a loud, brutal way as I fuck her into submission. Her pussy is drenched and it fucks with my head. Why does she like this? I’m being a total asshole to her.
“Touch your clit and make yourself come,” I order. “This will be over soon.”
She obeys too easily and my heart squeezes painfully.
Weak.
I make her weak.
Sheridan is fierce and strong. A bee with the sharpest sting. A storm of epic proportions. Not this. Not allowing some dickhead to belittle her as he fucks her one last time.
One. Last. Time.
A sharp searing inside my chest has me staggering in pain.
“Come, abejita. Come all over my dick.”
She works her fingers harder and faster, all the while clenching around my cock. I grip her ass cheeks, spreading them and then slapping them just hard enough to sting. She moans in pleasure, further confusing me.
Why won’t she fight me?
Why won’t she rage and tell me to go to hell?
I deserve it. I don’t deserve her loyalty. I don’t deserve her.
“Oh God,” she whimpers, her body tightening and then shuddering hard.
Seeing her lose control has me tipping over the edge. I grip her hips and groan as my release spills out of me into her waiting body. My hips thrust over and over until she’s wrung every drop from me. Without warning, I yank out of her and stuff my dripping dick in my boxers.
I’ve fastened my slacks and righted my clothes before she even moves to stand from the couch. Her panties are at her ankles and her ass is pink from where I smacked it. With her dress bunched up around her hips and looking so messy, she’s never looked so beautiful.
And positively wrecked.
I did this.
I’m a monster.
“Leave,” I choke out.
She stands up and yanks her panties up her thighs before pushing her dress down into place. Her brown eyes snap to mine. “We are. Let me clean up first.”
“No.” My voice is cold. “Leave Florida. Go home, Sheridan Reid.”
Her brows furl together. “No.”
“Too late to put up a fight,” I murmur.
“You don’t really want me to go,” she says, approaching with tears in her eyes. “You need me to stay. Let me stay.”
Her scent invades my nostrils. So sweet.
Her touch is soft and comforting. I can’t help but lean into it.
“Leave,” I whisper, my bottom lip wobbling. “Please leave me alone.”
“I don’t want to.” A tear races down her cheek. “I want to stay.”
I swipe away the tear on her cheek with my thumb and gently kiss her lips. “I’m not the man I was a week ago. I don’t know that I ever will be. It’s better this way.”
“Camilo,” she whimpers. “I want to be here for all your ups and downs. That’s how a real relationship is supposed to go.”
“Please,” I beg. “Please go.”
She straightens her back and her brown eyes flare with fire. “Okay.” Her fingers thread into my hair as she pulls me down to her mouth. “As much as I want to fight you on this, I won’t. You need time to grieve. You need your space. Come find me when you’re ready.”