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The front door swings open, yanking me from my thought bubble. Mallory steps into the threshold, leaning her beautiful fucking body up against the frame. I take her in, having to do a double take as my dick shoots to attention, searing pain slicing through my abdomen. She definitely went shopping today, her body is adorned in dark red lacy things I’ve never seen before.

Her onyx hair is down, hanging in loose curls that frame her face. My fingers twitch with the need to intricately weave and tangle themselves in the strands. Slutty thigh-high boots cover her shapely legs, and a Ghostface mask hangs loosely from her hand. Mallory watches me with the intensity of a starving animal yearning for sustenance as I exit the truck and blaze a trail right for her. Unzipping the hoodie as my boots hit the doorstep, I’m beyond eager to have her skin against mine. I’ll suffer the pain throbbing with every beat of my heart just to hold her.

The lust in her eyes evaporates as she registers the damage to my face, then my stomach. “WOAH!” she exclaims, dropping the mask and pushing her hands into my pecs to hold me back.

Not fucking happening.

I wrap my arms around her, crushing her against me. All her objections are silenced when I press my mouth against hers, ignoring the stab of pain in my busted lip. She purses her lips, keeping my affection at bay. She’s irritated, but I don't care. I’ll force her to melt against me.

My left hand wraps around her slender neck as I trail kisses down her throat. “Why do you deny me, little siren?”

“You’re injured, and I want to know what fucking happened, asshole.” She moans as I nip and kiss her sensitive skin, pushing the thought out of her mind for the moment. My right arm bands around her waist, lifting her, and I immediately regret the move as my guts shred from the inside. She instinctively wraps her legs around me, letting out a pleasure-filled sigh as my hardness presses against her tender centre. All feelings of pain momentarily subsiding as oxytocin floods my system.

“Are you sure you don't want to talk later?” I ask, grinding against her.

Her eyes roll back as desire works to overtake her. She’s fighting a losing battle, and she knows it. “Yes,” she breathes, arms wrapping around my neck, tethering herself to me.

I walk us through the door, kicking it closed behind us. “Yes, what?” I say, pressing her up against the nearest wall. My palms skim down her body, reaching beneath her. One hand pulls her panties to the side as the other sinks two fingers into her dripping pussy. She sharply inhales, head falling back against the wall.

“Mallory?” I taunt.

“Hmm?” she murmurs.

“Yes, what?” I repeat, pumping my fingers slowly.

“Uhhh… Yes… Ummm…”

I can’t help but smirk as I watch her fight against the pleasure I bring her. She was worried about me. The knowledge makes my heartbeat stutter… What would’ve happened to her if I had died today? I can’t afford to be so careless and erratic. I don’t want to be the reason for any more of her pain.

I watch as Mal’s concern dissolves away with my mere presence—especially since I’m not acting as though I’m in pain. But in reality, it feels like my abdominals are ripping apart from the strain of holding her against me. “Forget what you were going to say, baby?”

“No,” she pants, winding her hips.

“Kiss me,” I breathe, stuffing down the agony.

“Wait,” she gasps. Crying out as my fingers push deep inside her, stroking her spot until she's shaking against me.

“Kiss—” My words are cut off as Mallory slams her lips against mine, and devours me with a passion that rivals my own.

Using her arms on my shoulders as leverage, she pushes herself up my body. Her forearms hold her steady against my shoulders as her legs move up and wrap around my ribs. Her thighs squeeze tight as pain lances through me. Sweat breaks out across my skin as I strive to make Mallory cum before I blackout. Her fingers sink into my hair, fisting tight, and holding me hostage against her.

Slowly, I inch us away from the wall, moving towardsthe couch. “Are you going to cum for me, baby?” She nods, whimpering beautifully. I slap her ass, and she cries out, but it morphs into a moan almost immediately. “Words, Mallory.”

“Yes, you're going to make me cum.”

“Fuckin’ right I am. No one but me owns you like this. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Only you,” she pants. Moving against me, she meets my fingers as they pound in and out of her.

“Come on, little siren, fucking soak my hand.” I spank her again. “I want to sink inside that wet pussy and know that it’s all for me.”

A smirk cracks across her face and she looks down at me, “No.”Oh, you fucking brat.

“Excuse me?”

Silence.

I release my hold on her, and she slides down my body. Gazing up at me, I watch her catalogue my every injury. Before her eyes can land on my stomach, I grab her waist, spin her around, and rip the panties down her legs. She squeals in surprise, resisting as I push her down, bending her over the side of the couch. I drop to my knees and swipe my tongue through her slit. Any fight she had in her stalls momentarily as I work my tongue back and forth over her clit.