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A s soon as I feel Cove’s lips firmly pressed against mine, all the anger I held for him seems to vanish. My hands immediately thread through his hair, tugging on it. I don’t care if it hurts him; it fucking should hurt.

Cove groans in my mouth, and I use the opportunity to kiss him harder, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He smirks, lifting one hand to grip my throat tightly. His kisses taste like everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Like the sweetest obsession, the most sinful confession. If love is a sin, let me be sinful, because at this moment, all I can say for sure is that I’m thoroughly and completely addicted to Cove.

He tugs on my bottom lip, sucks it briefly, before kissing me with more passion than I’ve ever felt. It feels too unreal. It’s a moment I never want to end. A moan slips from me, and he pushes his hips into mine, causing heat to pool in the pit of my stomach.

I stroke the sides of his neck gently, then dig my nails into his flesh, pulling my hands down. Cove hisses in my mouth, the red marks on his neck something that he’ll have to deal with later. He squeezes my throat tighter, my heart fluttering at the sensations.

“Cove,’’ I moan into the kiss. The hand on my thigh toughens enough to leave a bruise, and I don’t care. I want him to bruise me, to mark my entire body, and to claim me as his. “I can’t breathe,’’ I manage to mumble, but he only grips my throat more.

‘‘Bunny, if you couldn’t breathe, you wouldn’t be able to speak. Now, be a good girl and stop wasting the oxygen you have left.’’

His lips find my neck, and he’s not gentle. He’s licking, biting, and sucking like a starved man. His teeth leave a mark, and I cry out in pain. He soothes the ache by pressing kisses all over the spot, his hand moving up on my thigh.

He’s teasing me. His rough, callous fingers reach the hem of my underwear, but he makes no attempt to touch me properly. Instead, he fiddles with the flimsy fabric, tugging on it and running his fingers all over it — except for the spot I need him the most.

He moves down to my cleavage, burying his face there and inhaling. My entire body seems to be set ablaze at the simple action, my panties dampening further. He takes a deep breath, inhaling my scent before placing hickeys all over my chest. I don’t think he left a single spot without a mark, and I can’t say I don’t find it arousing.

When I least expect it, he hooks his finger on the hem of my underwear, and with no warning, rips it off me. The fabric falls down on the tiled floor of the bathroom stall, and his fingers trace the outline of my pussy, yet not giving me the satisfaction of being touched where I need it.

“Fucking hell,’’ he moans in my chest. “you’re soaked, bunny. Do I make you this drenched, huh?”

All I can come up with is a weak nod, unable to form a sentence.

“Listen carefully, bunny,’’ he lifts his head, a mere inch from my face. “I’ve been holding myself back for a long, long time. It won’t be gentle, and it sure as fuck won’t be kind. Do you remember your safe word?”

I nod.

“Words, bunny. I need you to tell me that.’’

“Yes, I remember my safe word.’’

“Good,’’ he says through a growl, kissing me yet again. He presses fully against me, pinning me against the door with his entire body. I can feel his muscles under the shirt, crushing against my body. A moan slips from me, the sound of his belt coming undone sending a wave of pleasure down my body.

He pulls his cock out, slapping my pussy with it a couple of times. He coats his head with my arousal, his precum mixing with it. For a moment, he’s just teasing me, pressing against my entrance without actually pushing in.

A whine slips from me, and I grip his shoulders tightly.

Cove chuckles. “What’s wrong, bunny? Is there something you want?”

I nod.

“Oh, yeah?” He lowers his voice. It’s dangerously low, gravelly, and nearly enough to make me come with no penetration, and that would be a first. “What do you want from me, bunny?”

A knot forms in my throat. “I want you to fuck me, Cove.’’

His eyes darken a shade, and a sadistic smirk tugs on the corner of his lips. A chuckle comes from him, sending my mind into a frenzy.

“You want me to fuck you in a bathroom stall? My, my, you truly are a good little slut, aren’t you, bunny?” His hand comes back to my throat, gripping tightly. “Beg for my cock, bunny.’’

My mind is screaming at me to push him off me and leave. The prideful side of me tries to reach the surface, but the whore in me wins. Begging a man to fuck me is something I’ve never done, but when it comes to Cove?

I’d beg on my knees for his cock if necessary. Anything to feel him inside of me, to feel that thick monster break me in half, to feel him come so deep inside of me that it’ll be leaking for days to follow. I swallow my pride and look directly into his eyes.

My arms wrap around his neck. “Please, Cove.’’

“Please what, bunny?”

“Please, fuck me. Fuck me until I can’t walk. Use my pussy until you fill me up completely. Please, Cove,’’ I whisper.

A loud snarl comes from him, and it scares me how animalistic it is. I don’t have the time to say anything else because in a quick, rough motion, he pushes his cock deeply inside me, bottoming out. A scream comes from me at the sudden intrusion, and his free hand covers my mouth, the other one squeezing my neck tightly.

He doesn’t give me the time to adjust — he just starts fucking me brutally. His hips slam against mine, and he keeps up the rhythm. It’s fast, hard, and rough. My eyes roll to the back of my mind, the overstimulation causing my heart rate to pick up.

Cove buries his face in the crook of my neck, both of his hands now firmly on my thighs, spreading them apart further. Another cry of pleasure slips from my lips, and I feel his cock twitch inside me.

“I knew you’d feel divine,’’ he groans into my skin. “What a good slut you are, bunny, letting me fuck you in a bathroom stall. Fuck, you’re gripping me like vice.’’

Tears stream down my cheeks from the intensity, and I hold onto his shoulders like a lifeline. Cove doesn’t seem to care that we’re being loud or that women have come and gone since we’d started this, but quite frankly — neither do I.

The rest of the world seems to disappear, and I can only focus on the pleasure he’s bringing me.

I knew this already. Cove isn’t sweet, he isn’t gentle, and he definitely isn’t kind. But why does all of that feel so good? I’m on cloud nine, unable to describe the amount of pleasure that’s rushing through my veins.

“Cove,’’ I scream out, the orgasm ripping through me. My body convulses, my climax soaking his cock. He doesn’t stop, though. If anything, he continues fucking me harder, slamming his hips into me, thrusting violently. I could almost feel him touching my fucking cervix, but it feels too good to stop.

I don’t want it to stop.

I can’t let him stop.

I want, I need more.

Cove slaps my thigh harshly, the red print of his hand already starting to form on my flesh. He bites down on my shoulder, and I cry out. He’s too fucking good at this, and I’m seeing stars.

A cry of disappointment slips from me when he pulls out. He lets me down on my feet, helping me stand for a moment. He spins me around, bending me over slightly. This isn’t the most sanitary place we could’ve done this, but I’m not in any position now to complain.

Instinctively, I arch my back. His hand connects with my ass cheek, and I moan out. He rubs the sore spot, chuckling to himself. With both hands, he spreads them, staring at my pussy. I feel so exposed, yet a chill of pure thrill washes over me, and I can’t help but glance back.

Cove looks like he’s in a trance. A look of bright obsession flashes in his eyes, his mouth parted ever so slightly. He blinks,and then before I can ask what he’s doing, he pushes his cock back inside me.

My moans of bliss fill the stall, the sound of our flesh together echoing. His hands grip my hips as tightly as possible without snapping the bones, and he slams into me like a madman. A deep groan comes from the depth of his chest before he slaps my ass again.

“So fucking wet for me, bunny,’’ he grits out, picking up the pace.

I manage to nod. “All for you, Cove.’’

As if to warn me, his fingers comb through my hair before pulling it back. I follow the movement, standing up. He doesn’t stop his brutal thrusting; instead, it seems to intensify. How fucking hard can this man go?

His lips are next to my ear, his whisper a dangerous promise. “It better be only for me, bunny. Because if I ever so much as hear another man is fucking you, I’ll kill him in front of you, then fuck you on his dead body. Do you fucking understand me?’’

“Yes,’’ I breathe out.

“Good girl,’’ he chuckles.

He pushes me back down and pulls me onto him, a scream coming from me. This is the deepest he’s been, and black dots start to form in my vision. My breath is heavy, and I can barely feel my legs. Yet, I don’t want to use the safe word.

I want to feel all of it. The pain mixed with pleasure is one of the greatest highs Cove’s allowed me to feel, and now that I have, I’m hooked. I don’t want him to stop. I need him to go even rougher, to test my limits and boundaries properly.

“Please,’’ I croak out. “More, Cove. I want more.’’

A loud laugh comes from him. My body tenses at the sudden, vicious sound. It reaches my ears, and instead of feeling an ounce of fear, my senses are filled with a sense of arousal. Another orgasm starts building in the pit of my stomach.

“You really are a fucking slut,’’ he chuckles. “How hard do you want it, bunny?”

“As hard as you can give me.’’

I glance at him over my shoulder. Cove’s staring at me, and I can’t read his expression. It’s blank, void of any emotions as he stills deep in me. His eyes flicker from my face to the way I’m wrapped around his cock, and a slow, lazy smirk tugs on the corner of his lips.

He doesn’t warn me.

He just starts violently fucking me, and I’m in heaven. The thrusts are quick, deep, and hard. He pistons into me, pouring all of his strength into this. My loud moans cause a couple of girls in the stalls next to us to stop talking, but none of that concerns me.

My mind is solely focused on the way Cove’s cock feels inside me. Like it was made to fuck me and me only.

“I’ll fill you up, you slut,’’ he grits out. His hand reaches around to my throat, squeezing it tightly. “I’ll come in your tight little pussy until you’re filled with me entirely.’’

I let out something between a gasp and a moan, and Cove continues his brutal thrusts. Soon enough, his labored breathing mixed with sloppy movements causes him to explode. His orgasm triggers my own, and I come undone, moaning loudly as his warm cum fills me to the brim.

He’s deep in me, riding out his orgasm, while mine drips down my thighs. He bends down, kissing my back softly, resting his face there for a moment.

My throat is dry, my makeup is smeared all over my face, and I’m pretty sure we’ve had an audience this whole time.

It’s worth it, though.