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“Fuck that.” He flips us, his weight suddenly pinning me to the mattress as he begins to rail me with reckless abandon. “You’re gonna come all over this cock.” He reaches down between us, his thumb drawing swift circles overtop my clit. “Then I’m gonna empty into that perfect fucking pussy.”
My legs start to quake just as my eyes roll back into my head. Oh, shit. I’m gonna explode.
“And then,” he continues, “you’re gonna lick me clean, aren’t you?”
I gasp, my response coming in time with his thrusts. “Every. Last. Drop.”
“Who’s my stunning little slut?” Nicky fucks me harder.
“I am.”
“Who?” His hand returns to my throat.
“I AM!” I scream as I proceed to do exactly as he predicted and come all over his dick. “I’m your slut, Nick.”
“Fuck yes!” He roars, emptying inside me while squeezing the slender column of my neck. The pressure cuts into my air supply, prolonging my orgasm while Nicky continues to fuck me through it. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“…tell me…”
“What?” I snap to attention, breaking free of my memory’s chokehold.
Nicky chuckles, finding humor in my momentary aloofness, yet the way he’s currently appraising me with his gaze makes me worry what I may have muttered while lost in my stroll down memory lane.
“I said, are you going to tell me what you two are talking about?”
“Oh.” Setting my wine glass back on the table, I reach for my fork, stabbing a piece of chicken. “Ma was just telling me how your dad’s looking forward to the annual Valentine’s charity ball about as much as a colonoscopy.”
“He’s been giving me lip about it all week.” Shannon shakes her head as she rises from her seat. “Let me get you a plate, baby. You should eat.”
“Thanks, Ma!” he calls after her before returning his attention to me. “You’re going?” He looks surprised. “With Luc?”
“Luc and charity?” I have to stop myself from laughing outright. “You’d have an easier time marrying oil and water. No, my mom’s making me go with her. Actually—” I stand, pulling out my phone to check the time. “—I should probably head out to start getting ready.”
“You haven’t even finished your food.”
My eyes squeeze shut as the deep breath I inhaled expels slowly through my nose. “What are you doing?”
“I’m not doing anything. Don’t run out on my mom just because you’re too immature to sit in a room with me.”
My lids snap open. “Fuck you,” I hiss through my teeth.
Nicky’s voice shifts several octaves lower. “Sit down, demon.”
My brow arches, fixing him with a pointed stare. “That’s cute. Keep thinking you’re the boss of me.”
The air charges between us, his eyes sparking with a flash of mischief. Nicky nips at his lower lip, drawing it in against the scrape of his teeth. “I could bend you over this table and show you who’s the boss by spanking that attitude right out of you.”
Heat floods my core, my pussy involuntarily responding to his filthy mouth like a conditioned response. His unexpected proposition somewhat rattles me, though the anger it rouses within surges beyond any desire I feel. Fuck him and his arrogant ass. I cringe with the knowledge that once upon a time I all but begged this boy to love me. Pleaded with him to admit he was affected by me in the slightest, the way I was consumed by my obsession with him.
Nicky’s standpoint was very clear. While I was a sufficient enough fuck buddy, I didn’t rate high enough to warrant any kind of commitment beyond that. And where exactly did I rate? Oh, he was kind enough to break it down for me once on a scale of one to ten.
Less than three.
The ghost of those words haunts my memories, cutting just as deep as the day he said them. The scars they branded upon my soul serve to stoke the defiant fire within me. Steadying my features, I offer a contemplative stare, feigning consideration. Engagement aside, it would be easy to resume our toxic cycle. Perhaps more natural than taking my next breath. It’s how I’ve ended up in the same predicament time and time again.
Not this time, though. This time will be different. I promised myself when I accepted Lucian’s ring that no other man would ever share my bed. It’s a promise I’ve upheld despite my fiancé’s whore antics, a plan I have no interest in deviating from. Especially not with Nicky. Because with us it always ends the same, and my heart almost didn’t survive the last time.
I push in my chair to take my leave, pausing beside him as I pass. Bracing one palm on the table, I lean forward until we’re eye to eye, allowing him a generous view down the front of my blouse.
