Present
“Hey, kid,” I called Banks as she walked past the office door. “Come here for a minute.”
She stopped, hesitating before she entered. I took in her clothes, all dry and back on her body, covering every possible inch of skin again. She just couldn’t wait to get Alex’s stuff off, could she?
I stood behind the desk and picked up a set of keys on a ring, tossing them across the room to her.
She caught them, studying them. “What are these?”
“Keys to the dojo. In case I need you to pick something up, drop something off… There’s also the showers, cots upstairs, laundry, food in the staff kitchen…” I drifted off, stuffing the month’s receipts in a folder in the drawer. “Come and go as you please.”
“I have a shower, a bed, and somewhere to do laundry.”
I looked up, meeting her stubborn eyes and not the least bit surprised at how clever she was. Yeah, okay. Maybe I was leaving a not-so-subtle hint.
But I blew if off. “I’m not saying you don’t. You need keys as part of your job. It’s not complicated.”
“How do you know I won’t rip you off?”
I closed the drawer, a smile pulling at my mouth as I stood up straight. “Because I’m a great judge of character and petty thievery doesn’t strike me as your style,” I told her.
She might need the keys on the off chance she had to get in here while it was closed, but her initial suspicions were also correct. Gabriel let her live like a rat—that was apparent in her attire—and I still wasn’t sure what her living situation was like. She said she lived in the city, but I couldn’t imagine her residence was the least bit safe or nice. I wanted to make sure she had another option should she want it. The dojo was secure, clean, and she would have everything she needed here.
Except a car. I should make sure she has one, so she doesn’t get caught in the rain like she did this morning.
She shoved the keys in her pocket and turned to leave.
“Clothes are dry, I see.” I let my eyes fall down the backs of her legs—legs I’d only ever seen the skin of once.
“I have some more provisions for the contract you can take to Gabriel,” I told her, clearing my throat. “It’s on the table.”
She walked over and grabbed the envelope, holding it at her side. “Anything else?”
No, not really.
But I didn’t want her to go yet, either.
“Yes.” I stuck my pen in the holder and raised my eyes to her. “No matter how you cover yourself, it’s never enough. You’re beautiful.”
She frowned, and then turned on her heel and headed out the office door as quickly as she could.
I shook my head, smiling to myself. The most stubborn woman I’d ever met in my life.
Alex crossed the open doorway, heading down the hall.
“Alex?” I called, turning and walking around my desk again.
She entered the room, a white towel over her shoulder and sweat glistening across her chest.
I dug in my wallet and pulled out a black card. “Take Banks shopping in the next couple of days,” I told her, handing over the credit card. “Will’s party is coming up, and she’ll need something to wear.”
Her impatient expression turned delighted as she snatched up the credit card.
“I’m a personal shopper?” she asked playfully. “Hoo-yah.”
“Bill me for your time.”
“Eh.” She shrugged. “Treat me to an outfit, as well, and we’ll call it even.”
She spun around and headed for the door.
“Alex?” I called. “Get her some clothes, too. Just everyday, average clothes.”
“And if she puts up a fight?”
I turned off the desk lamp and made my way toward the door. “Then buy whatever you want for her to wear. She’ll have some options if she ever decides to remove the stick in her ass.”
I opened the door wider, both of us walking out.
“How much can I spend?” she asked.
“I’ll call you when the text alerts start scaring me.”
I wrapped a rubber band around all the envelopes and grabbed my duffel bag. It was after six, and while we still had a steady flow of people coming in and out, I was done.
Will didn’t help, Rika was busy either teaching classes or going to school, and Michael was almost constantly gone. I was the only one who had absolutely nothing else to do with his day.
Not that I minded. I liked what we did here and where we were taking our other real estate interests, but I wanted to get over to The Pope. This time, alone.
Handing the stack of paychecks to Caroline, so she could dole them out, I waved goodnight and made my way out the front door.
Clouds loomed, rolling over the dark city like a flood of ocean waves, and it was unusually warm. Hot, even. I could smell the tar on the streets.
My phone rang, and I dug it out of my jeans pocket as I unlocked my car door and opened it.
“Hello?”
Tossing my duffel bag into the car, I took the phone with my other hand and switched ears.
The line was silent.
“Hello?” I asked again.
And then the voice said, “Have you fucked her yet?”
I raised my chin, my spine straightening. Heat flooded my veins.
Damon.
I didn’t know what it was about his voice that rattled me. It always did in a way, but I hadn’t realized it until now. After going so long without hearing it.
Glacial. That’s what it was. He sounded like the point of a blade digging into your skin.
“She’s pretty when she sleeps,” he told me. “So many nights I watched her next to me, wishing I could sleep like that.”
My hand ached, and I realized my fist was strained around the door frame. I unclenched my fingers.
“It’s almost Devil’s Night. A few days,” he pointed out as if I didn’t know. “Any plans this year?”
My mouth stayed closed. I raised my gaze, slowly turning my head left and right, looking for any sign of him.
Have I fucked her yet? I assumed he meant Banks. Which meant he knew she worked for me now.
“You know I’m not stupid.” He wasn’t asking a question, emphasis on the word know. “You above everyone knows that. Do you really think you’ll find me at The Pope? You think that whole place isn’t wired, and I wouldn’t see you coming? That Banks would’ve let you in there if she thought for one second I was there? She will always be mine.”
Cars drove past as the hot wind whipped down the alleyway where I’d parked. Part of me hoped he was right. She might lead me to him.
“You’ve been so bored, haven’t you?” he taunted. “So bored, because having me around gave you an excuse to be the deviant you already were. To turn inside yourself and have a real good look at that monster. You’re not noble behind closed doors, Kai.”
“Where are you?” I asked.
“Around.”
I twisted up my lips at his coy response.
“Rika’s alone too much,” he went on. “With Michael gone all the time, you really shouldn’t have positioned yourself so far away from her across the river.”
I barely registered the change in subject, closing my eyes.
“She slept in the most tantalizing white silk panties last night.” His tone was almost confiding, and I felt my hand tighten around the phone. “It was nearly unbearable, watching a body like that go to waste in that cold bed alone. God, I wanted to fuck her. Dark room, half asleep…she might not have even known the difference.”
He was lying. Fucking with me. There was no way he got in that apartment. Michael might have been gone at times, but he’d taken significant precautions. Increased security, changed all the passcodes, hired additional personnel…. He even tracked her phone and car. I should feel guilty about that, since she was my friend, too, but we knew she’d put up a fight, and it was pointless. Michael was right. It was necessary.
I was honestly surprised he hadn’t tagged her jewelry, too, since Damon wouldn’t take her in her own car and would know to ditch the phone.
“But I have to bide my time,” Damon said wistfully. “I’ve waited so long. I won’t rush it.”
Rush what?
“So much trouble you’ve gone to for nothing, buying The Pope,” he continued. “You won’t find me.”
“I wouldn’t say it was all for nothing.” I fixed my eyes across the road at the hotel. “Your little ruffian is far more pleasurable than I thought she’d be.”
Which was an entirely true statement. Let him infer whatever he will.
“I think I understand now why you like her so much. Why, without the skimpy clothes, make-up, and hair, you find her so alluring.” I inhaled, liking this side of the playing a hell of a lot more. The side where I was on the offense. “She’s so repressed. It’s captivating to see her let go and lose herself. To realize she likes being seen as a woman.” And then I dragged out slowly, “And that she likes doing things a woman does.”
I could feel his silence like it was his hands shoving against me. Only I wasn’t backing down.
“So quiet all of a sudden?” I teased.
“Nik is mine,” he stated, his voice clipped. “You will never be to her what I am to her.”
Nik? Was that her first name?
“And I will kill you in front of her,” he added.
“Well, come on then. Why wait until Devil’s Night? Let’s get this over with.” I slammed the car door, walking toward the street and the sprinkle of rain that floated on the air. I had no idea if he was in The Pope or not, but I faced the building as if I was talking right at him. “Or you can run again. Either or.”
“But that’s not what you want,” he said, the sly mischief back in his voice. “I told you, Slope, I’m not dumb. I know what you’re after. And it isn’t a showdown, it isn’t revenge, and it isn’t even Banks.”
I leveled my eyes on a window above, willing him to appear.
“Go ahead,” he challenged. “Ask me. Ask me what only you and I know that you don’t want Will, Michael, and Rika to find out about.”
My chest heaved with silent breaths.
“Ask me where I buried the body when I cleaned up your shit six years ago.”
I closed my eyes, my heart dropping into my stomach.
He hadn’t forgotten. He would never forget. Did I really think he would?
Going to prison for three years, because I assaulted a police officer wasn’t the worst thing I’d ever done. I hadn’t even begun to pay for my crimes.
“Don’t tell me,” I choked out, completely deflated as I stared ahead, but I tried to be stronger. “Because if you do, I’ll bury you with her. And I know you’d hate that.”
I hung up, standing in front of the alley and still facing the hotel as that nightmare of a night played back in my head.
How we were having fun and everything got away from me. How I was confused and angry and couldn’t seem to stop myself, and how the rage consumed me. How I wanted to hurt her, even though I didn’t really know her, but I hated her.
How I loved Damon once, and how I knew Gabriel Torrance was wrong. I would do anything for his son. I have done anything for his son.
I killed for him, and last year he turned around and nearly killed me.
I looked up, back at the hotel, wondering if he was right. Had I wasted my time? Maybe I should’ve been following his precious little girlfriend instead?
Two things were certain, though.
He was here, in the city, and he still wanted Rika. Anticipating him hadn’t been a mistake.
I’d call Gabriel tomorrow and relinquish my claim on the hotel. I hadn’t signed a contract, so there was no deal.
I moved to turn around, the light sprinkles turning heavier as they fell on my head, but then I stopped. Looking into the alleyway across the street, I spotted Banks climbing out of an SUV alone. She looked around her, not seeing me, and raced to the same back door we’d entered just days ago.
What was she doing?
The thunder cracked overhead, splitting across the sky, and I dived across the street, racing as a car’s headlights shone through the mist.
Reaching the back of the building, I dug out my keys and looked down, realizing I’d given Banks the hotel set. But I still had the code memorized. Punching in the seven digits on the keypad, I stuffed my keys back in my pocket and opened the door, quickly slipping inside.
I didn’t tell her to do anything at the hotel today. She wasn’t here for me, I knew that much.
Taking out my phone, I turned on the flashlight and made my way out of the kitchen and through the dining room and the lobby. Stepping into the open space, I turned my head right and left, searching for her. Where did she go?
But then I heard a dull hum, a noise buried as if in the walls or under the floor. Following the sound, I turned my gaze left and spotted the numbers above one of the elevators lighting up.
As it ascended higher and higher.
They were working?
Reaching out to press the up arrow, I paused and then pulled back. What floor was she stopping on?
I watched the numbers light up—eight, then nine and ten…And then they kept going—eleven, twelve…
And it stopped. The light didn’t go any higher.
Twelfth floor.
I quickly punched the top button, jamming it several times as my blood started to boil.
You got to be fucking kidding me. The elevator did go to the twelfth floor.
I waited for it to descend again, keeping my cell phone handy in case I needed light.
How the hell did she get the elevators working?
As soon as the doors opened, I stepped inside, punched the twelve and then the button for the doors to close.
She knew he was here the whole time. She’d been seeing him, watching us fumble about and listening to our conversations. I mean, I knew she wasn’t on our side. She never made any secret where her loyalties laid? So, why did I want to throttle her more than him right now?
I clenched my goddamn jaw so hard, my teeth ached. If she liked ruthless men so much, I’d show her how ruthless I could be.
I slammed my hand into the 12 again, so angry I barely noticed that it wasn’t lighting up.
Or that the elevator wasn’t moving yet.
What the fuck? Wasn’t it just running a minute ago? Why wasn’t it working now?
I hit the button a few more times, looking around for any lights to show the elevator registered where I wanted to move, but nothing.
The fluorescent lighting was dank inside the elevator, and I looked around for any other buttons to push or anything else that looked unusual. Anything to indicate how to get where I wanted to go.
The elevator went to the twelfth floor. A twelfth floor existed. I knew that now.
I pushed the 11 just to see if it would work.
And it did. The 11 suddenly lit up, and I felt the cables shift around me and gravity weigh me down as I began to ascend. The doors opened on eleven, and I glanced up long enough to see the dark hallway in front of me before I hit the 13 and quickly closed the doors again. I rose higher once more, stopping on 13 as the doors opened, allowing me entrance to the floor.
I closed the elevator doors again. How was she getting the elevator to stop on twelve?
Maybe there was another stairwell access on one of these floors? They had to have one that reached twelve. What if there was a fire or the elevators broke?
I reached out and tried the only other thing that came to me. I pressed the 11 and the 13 together.
To my surprise, they both lit up.
But I still didn’t feel the elevator move.
Instead, a short whirring came from behind me, and I jerked around, seeing a silver panel rise up to reveal a hidden key pad in the elevator wall.
My heart skipped a beat. So, that was it. That was how she was getting to the twelfth floor.
And she knew it the last time we were here.
Walking over to the keypad, I noticed clear buttons with black numbers on them, along with a small screen that was lit up green.
I punched in the only code I knew. The one for the outside doors to get in the building.
Nothing happened.
I tried again, pressing the # symbol afterward.
Still nothing.
It was a different code. One I didn’t get.
But something Banks said once made me pause.
“…and when it was investigated there wasn’t even a possibility for the elevator to stop there. The floor was walled in.”
But that wasn’t true. She stopped on this floor.
Keeping my back to the doors of the elevator, I leaned in close to the back wall, lying my head on the steel. I ran my hand up the edge, noticing a gap where the wall met the panel.
A gap.
This wasn’t a wall. It was a door, and this elevator opened from the front and the back.
Jesus.
Suddenly the door shifted in front of me and started to open. I jerked back as the silver wall—and secret entrance—peeled back and Banks stood in front of me, her eyes snapping up when she noticed me.
I glanced past her briefly, taking in the massive, dark expanse behind her. There were no room doors with numbers, no hallway, no shitty carpeting…
It was a penthouse.
I turned my glare back on her. “You knew all along.”
She looked at me, her body still and rigid.
I stepped into the penthouse, forcing her to take a step back. “Take me to him.”
“He’s not here.”
But I advanced on her, moving forward into her space with a warning look.
“He’s not here!” she growled.
“You’re a fucking liar!”
“I suspected he might be, so I came to check it out. Again,” she added as I walked past her and took a long look around.
The rooms were dark, the living room curling around the corner and giving way to a library and parlor, with a few hallways leading off to various places, probably bedrooms. There were couches and lamps, tables, and rugs, the whole place set up like a home with a better view.
As I turned the corner around the elevator, I noticed the balcony through the two sets of French doors we’d been trying to get to the other day.
This apartment looked like it took up an entire floor. Which meant it might have several balconies wrapping around all sides of the building.
“How did you get the elevator working without the electricity on?” I asked.
She stuffed her hands in her pockets. “The elevators have a different circuit breaker.”
“And you knew that when we were here last time?”
She averted her eyes.
Obviously.
The lingering scent of cloves drifted into my nostrils, and I recognized it right away.
Damon mostly smoked Davidoffs, but once in a while he’d indulge in Djarum Blacks. The odor lingered, and I would never forget it.
“You had to know I would never give him up to you.” Banks’s voice was solemn. “I know what you and your friends are capable of.”
I whipped around, unable to keep the snarl off my face.
“What I’m capable of?” I asked her. “So, he’s the victim?”
I approached her, done with her one-track mind and everything being either black or white with her. “I was his friend. I always stood by his side, and he’s done nothing but try to hurt us. He’s a threat.”
I spun back around and charged farther into the penthouse, making my way down one of the short hallways.
I darted into bedrooms, taking in a little dust, some ruffled bed sheets, and a dank smell, probably from the place being closed up for however long.
Stepping into one room, a balcony visible through the double doors, I immediately spotted an ash tray on a dresser and walked over to inspect it.
I picked up one of Damon’s black cigarette butts in a sea of white ones and brought it to my nose. The earthy and spicy scent had the same overpowering sweetness I remembered.
I dropped it back in the ashtray, noticing all the white Davidoffs, too. Both of his brands.
Gazing around the bedroom, I took in the mussed sheets with the pillows at the foot of the bed, the bottles of Corona in the trash, and the floor littered with the foil wrappings from inside his cigarette boxes that Damon had a serial killer obsession with folding into tiny parcels until they couldn’t be folded anymore.
“He may not be here now, but he was,” I said, turning around to face her.
She held my gaze, remaining silent.
“Where is he now?” I asked, walking toward her.
“I don’t know.”
I cocked my head, repeating my question. “Where is he?”
“I don’t know.”
Another step toward her. “Where is he?”
“I don’t know.”
I backed her into the wall, heat filling my glare “He’s very possessive of you, isn’t he?”
She folded her full lips between her teeth, and there were so many things I didn’t yet understand—why Damon was so attached to her, why she was so loyal to him, and I didn’t have the slightest idea who the fuck she really was, but one thing I knew for sure. I could mess with Gabriel, I could dangle Rika like a worm on a hook, but this girl, right here, was the one person to drive Damon insane.
She was his weakness.
“Perhaps I don’t need to look for him, after all,” I told her. “I have you, and he’ll come to me, won’t he? With the right motivation.”
Her eyes snapped up to mine, and I caught a flinch of worry before she hid it.
But that one flinch was everything. It was a crack—one of the only ones I’d seen—in her hard, cold exterior.
And for a moment I forgot all about Damon Torrance.
“Ask me not to hurt him,” I said, my voice cracking unexpectedly.
But she just stared at me, her gaze faltering only slightly.
I inched closer, feeling her body’s heat. “Did it ever occur to you that all you would have to do is ask?”
I needed Damon, so I could get the location of the goddamn body out of him before he decided to use it against me, but I didn’t have to hurt him. That was up to him. And maybe her.
She searched my eyes, the endless abyss of her green ones starting to glisten. Her chin trembled, and she shook her head slowly, at war with herself.
“You can’t, can you? You won’t ask me for anything.”
She dropped her eyes, her chest caving.
“Do you love him?” I asked.
“Yes.”
Her head was still down as she whispered, but I heard the quick reply well enough.
“Yes,” she repeated, nodding. “I love him so much. More than I’ll ever love anyone.” Her teary eyes rose and met mine again. “I can control him. If I can find him. Just give me a chance.”
But I barely heard the last part.
Yes.
I love him so much.
More than I’ll ever love anyone.
She did open her heart, it seemed, but it was only for him.
I straightened, a frost setting in.
“Are you crying?” I asked. “For him?”
She wouldn’t say the words, she wouldn’t beg me, but it was in her eyes. She was just as much his now as she was back then.
“Fine,” I said, leaning in and taunting her. “Cry for him then and beg me. Beg me to leave him alone, and I will.”
Her jaw flexed, and the blush of anger crossed her face.
“You have a chance to save his life, Banks. All you have to do is beg me. Come on. I want to see it. How far will you go for him?” I bared my teeth, seething. “Beg!”
She cried out, her gloved hand coming across my face.
My head snapped to the side, and the burn of the slap spread to my lips.
My heart fucking leaped.
Again.
“Fuck, you’re pathetic.” I smiled cockily as I turned to face her gain. “His little lap dog, aren’t you? If you’re good, does he allow you the privilege of licking his cock clean after he’s fucked a real woman?”
“Ugh!” She growled, slapping me across the same cheek again.
My neck ached with the sudden blow this time, and I sucked in a breath, absorbing the pain. She was strong.
I dipped my tongue to the corner of my lips, tasting the metallic cut where my teeth had torn the skin.
“You’ll never be more than what you are now.” I dove in, slamming my hands on the wall behind her, bringing us nose to nose. “Something for men to use. That’s all you are. And in fifty years you’ll end up alone never knowing what this feels like.”
I ran my thumb over the drop of blood at the corner of my mouth and wiped it on her cheek.
She snarled, knocking my hand away, but I was fucking high, and I didn’t know if I was pissed off, turned on, or desperate for this confrontation, but I dived in and lost control. My body did the thinking.
I grabbed the back of her neck in one hand and her ass in the other and plastered her body to mine.
“What this feels like,” growled over her lips, pressing my dick—hard and already desperate for her—into her groin.
She whimpered and her body instantly stiffened like she was frightened, but she grabbed my shoulders anyway, her fingers digging into my skin through my shirt.
“And what this feels like,” I whispered, slipping my hand down the back of her jeans and squeezing a handful of her smooth, soft ass in my hand.
She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut, but I didn’t miss the way she moved her leg to the outside of mine, opening up her thighs a little more for me and rolling her hips.
I didn’t know if she meant to do it, or maybe she was just like me. Just letting it take us over.
“I’m not begging you for shit,” she said, a tear spilling down her cheek.
“Fuck Damon.” I slammed her back into the wall, lifting her up and grinding my dick between her legs. “This is you and me.”
She panted as she locked her legs around my body. The small streak of blood on her cheek started to glow with her sweat, and I didn’t stop touching her or let up, because if I gave her a second to think, she’d stop this.
“I liked you,” I whispered. “I still remember how good those stolen moments with you felt.”
Out of all the women, my mind always found her.
And I couldn’t wait for more. I snatched up her lips, silencing all of our words and worries and baggage and shit and kissed her, dipping my tongue inside and tasting her like she was my fucking meal.
Cold girl—hard girl—why was I obsessed? Why was I jealous that she’d probably given how many other men in that house a piece of her but would barely spare me a one-word sentence?
Fuck her. She wanted me. I didn’t care about the bullshit that came out of her mouth. We weren’t teenagers anymore, and I wasn’t the good guy. She was going to do for me what she did for Damon or David or whoever the fuck else came in and out of the Torrance’s and she was going to know that I was just as ruthless. She underestimated me, but she won’t forget this. That I owned a piece of her just like they did.
I ripped open her jacket and yanked it down her arms. “Take off your shirt.”
I dropped her to her feet, her hat sliding off her head and letting her hair fall free as I pulled my pullover and T-shirt over my head and let them fall to the floor.
She paused, holding up her arms and covering her still-clothed body. “I—”
But I grabbed her and kissed her again, cutting her off. She moaned into my mouth, and I ripped open her flannel, sending buttons flying, and I pulled away, pausing just a moment when I saw the bindings covering her chest.
What the hell?
I’d have to ask her about that when my head cleared later.
I looked down at the desk, seeing a letter opener, and I grabbed it, slipping the cool brass blade down the inside of the wrap and yanked hard, slicing open the material and seeing her beautiful breasts spring free. I breathed hard, briefly taking in the marks on her skin from being wrapped so tight before I pushed her shirt down her arms and came to her, plastering her chest to mine.
“And what this feels like,” I breathed in her ear, lightheaded at the feeling of her hardened nipples pressed into my chest.
I wrapped my arms around her, going mad with the way her back felt as soft as water and with the way her hair caressed my arms, leaving chills.
She clutched onto me, panting and nervous. “I’m his. I belong to him.”
I nodded, forcing her back toward the bed. “Say it again.”
I dived into her neck, biting the skin there.
“I belong to him.” She moaned, letting her head fall back. “I’ll never be yours. I hate you.”
“But you want me.”
And I pushed her back, sending her falling to the bed.
Holding her eyes, I unfastened my belt, ripped open my fly and pushed the rest of my clothes down my legs and off my body.
She sucked in air faster and faster, her eyes widening and locked on my cock as it stood up rock-hard and ready, just as it had been since she’d started hitting me.
I needed that now. Passion. And it didn’t matter that it was anger. As long as the feelings were strong.
Tears filled her eyes, and I watched her breasts, just big enough to fill my hand, and couldn’t wait to own every damn inch of her.
“Do you want me to stop,” I challenged her, stepping up to the bed and looking down on her. “Here’s your chance. Ask me to stop, and I will.”
She was silent, but then her jaw locked, her eyes grew angry, and she snarled. “Yeah, I knew you were all talk. Go ahead and stop then, pussy.”
I broke into a smile.
Reaching down, I gripped the top of her jeans and panties and yanked them down her legs, the over-sized clothes sliding off without any trouble. She cried out, squeezing her eyes shut, but I knew it was just her pride talking.
Banks had been around rougher guys than me, but I’d make damn sure she didn’t forget this. The little Torrance slut was all mine for however long she kept her legs spread.
I came down on her, groaning at every inch of her skin hot against mine.
I lifted up her knee, and nibbled her lips as I settled myself between her legs. God, I could feel the wet warmth at her center. My body started to shake.
I covered her mouth, feeling her whimpers and moans vibrate under my lips.
Working my hand down between us, I positioned myself and started to push.
She gasped, her muscles suddenly tensing. “I’m scared.”
“Don’t be. Damon doesn’t have to know you loved getting fucked by me more than him.”
And I growled, thrusting hard and deep and sinking into her tight body, my brain barely registering a thin barrier giving way.
She cried out, tossing her head back with her face twisted up in pain. “Ah! Oh, God!”
What the fuck? I stilled.
Her body shook, her nails dug into my shoulders, and she was breathing a mile a minute. It was pain, not pleasure.
I stopped breathing.
No, no, no…What? No.
I lie there, staring down at her as my cock throbbed inside her.
A virgin?
I could feel the confusion etched on my face.
She was a fucking virgin?
She gasped again and again, trying to catch her breath. It slowly calmed as the shock ebbed away, and we both just laid there, her expression starting to relax.
She opened her eyes, looking up into my pained face.
Oh, God. What did I do?
Her lips slowly curved into a half-smile. “Yeah, you didn’t see that coming, did you?”
