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“I know,” she finally says. “And we’ll keep hurting each other. We’ll keep fighting. We’ll keep -“
My mouth is on hers before she can finish that thought, my tongue and teeth tasting and biting, fuckingdevouringher because I’ve lost the will to resist.
Not that Emily doesn’t give back, doesn’t take just as much as me, doesn’t grip my wrist in one hand and slide her fingers into my hair with the other. She pulls me to her as my fingers tighten on her throat, as my grip clamps down on her waist and I pull her close.
I can’t stand this woman for the hell she’s been in my life, but I can’t stop.
This isn’t love we’re engaged in now.
It’s hate.
Pure. Unbridled. And raw.
We hate that we can’t let go.
Hate that we can’t fix the past.
Hate that our present is fucked up beyond repair.
And hate that our future has always been impossible.
We take out on each other what we can’t fight around us. Both trapped. Both victims. Both bloodied and scarred by the wars that won’t stop.
Both violent.
And both defeated.
That doesn’t stop her from biting down on my lip, though. It doesn’t stop the growl vibrating my chest as my hand slips down to her ass to lift her up. And it sure as hell doesn’t stop the way her legs wrap around my hips like they are meant to be there.
The second the hard ridge of my cock presses between her legs, this beauty moans into my mouth, her body melting, her head falling back as I scrape my teeth down the line of her jaw willing myself not to mark her as mine in such a visible place.
Pinned against the door, Emily submits to the assault, to the man who abuses her, to the lover who takes what he wants.
She submits.
And I takefulladvantage.
Thank fuck she’s wearing a dress instead of pants because I would have torn through the fabric to get to her. This isn’t slow. This isn’t sweet. This isn’t about touching all the right places and taking care of her needs.
This is fucking, plain and simple, a man taking without thinking, and a woman giving herself up in an effort to soothe the beast.
Unbuttoning my jeans, I shove them off my hips, free my cock to push inside her and shove her panties aside. With one fast, hard thrust I’m inside her, Emily’s body slamming against the door as she’s filled entirely.
A squeak flies from her throat, both pain and pleasure, both heartbreak and love, before I pull out to the tip to thrust again a little harder.
My body moves mindlessly, my hips hammering back and forth, her body slamming against the door so hard it’s banging and rattling. Over and over and over.
Am I hurting her?
Probably.
And is she hurting me?
Yeah she is, just by giving this to me when I don’t deserve it.
With my face buried in her neck I insult her. I don’t even know what I’m saying, the words just pouring out. With each forward thrust of my hips, I confess how much I hate her, why I hate her, and Emily cries, but says nothing in return.
She’s letting me hurt her.