Page 30 of All That Glitters

But I can’t say no. Not because of who I am, but because it’s him. And even though my head knows he’s not mine, my heart and body didn’t get the memo.

He thrusts his fingers inside me, pausing when he finds me wet. “Tell me, Legs. Are you thinking about them, or is all this for me?”

When I don’t answer, he pulls his fingers out and thrusts them inside me again, this time adding a third one. I gasp and turn my head toward the door.

“Answer me, Legs, or I’ll keep you on the brink of coming until everyone gets up and sees what a mess I’ve made of you.”

“It’s for you, Midas. It’s always for you.”

He pulls his fingers free once more and thrusts back inside, making me cry out. But this time, it’s not his fingers inside me—it’s his cock, and it reaches deeper in this position. And since I’m tender from taking Toot and Mac, there’s a bite of pain with the pleasure.

Midas leans over me, pushing his cock as far inside me as it will go, and bites the side of my neck hard enough to leave a mark. The thought makes my pussy flutter around him.

He pulls back and slams into me again, making the table jerk forward from the force.

“Every time you let someone else inside you, I’m gonna erase them with my cock and my cum. I’ll fuck the memories of them out of you until all you can see is me, all you can feel is me.”

He slams into me over and over, my hips banging into the table. Though I know they’ll be bruised come tomorrow, I don’t complain. I take what he gives me, not knowing who needs it more, me or him.

When I feel his thumb press against the rosebud of my ass, I whimper.

“They take you together? One in your pussy, one in your ass?”

I shake my head, but we both know the truth.

He slips his thumb inside, past the tight ring of muscles. The shock is enough to short-circuit my senses, and I come so hard I black out.

When I come to, I vaguely hear him roar—then feel him pull out and come all over my ass. I don’t move. All I can do is focus on trying to keep myself upright when my legs feel like wet noodles.

I hear Midas moving around, but I don’t say anything and then I feel a handful of tissues being used to wipe the cum from my skin. Tears prick at the back of my eyes as I try to catch my breath and gather my strength to deal with whatever else Midas has in store for me.

Then I feel him pull my shorts up and fasten the button, and for some reason, that simple act undoes me. Silently, tears start falling down my face, and I try my hardest to fight them, but when I involuntarily sniffle, I’m busted.

“Fuck!” he curses, lifting me into his arms. Holding me close, he carries me upstairs like a virgin bride on her wedding night, about to lose her innocence, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head, not trusting myself to speak. When we reach the door, he pushes it open and carries me over to the bed. Laying me down, he slips off my shoes and socks, then sits on the end of the bed with his head in his hands.

“I’m okay, Midas. That was just... a lot.”

He turns to look at me, his eyes haunted, before standing up.

“Wait.” I jolt upright, grabbing his wrist. “Stay.”

He shakes his head, but I don’t let go. “Just for a little while.”

I hold my breath as he looks at the other side of the bed. After a moment, he nods, and I exhale. He takes off his boots and walks around, climbing onto the bed and lying down next to me. I roll over to face him. But I don’t touch him, and he doesn’t touch me. That barrier between us slowly starts to solidify once more.

He looks into my eyes, searching for answers only I can give, but joke’s on him. I have no fucking clue what’s going on. If this is what it’s like between us now, God knows what the future will hold.

I feel my eyes get heavy, even as my mind fights to stay awake and soak him in because moments like this are fleeting.

One day, it will be the last time he lies beside me. I can see the conflict in his eyes and feel the heartbreak in his touch. We’re doomed before we’ve even begun, but it seems neither of us is strong enough to stay away.

I don’t know if we’ll survive this path we’re on. I have this awful feeling we’ll keep ending up here—wounded and bleeding, our hearts torn between loving and loathing each other—until one day he looks at me for the last time and lies beside someone else, someone worthy of him.

And he’s made it abundantly clear, that girl will never be me.