Page 20 of The Scars We Keep
She throws her head back, her eyes flutter shut.“I’m not pretending shit.”
I slow it down.Not out of mercy, but out of cruelty—the need to watch her unravel.
“You want it rough?”I murmur, rolling my hips slow and deep until she’s panting.“You have to be a good girl, and you are no fucking good girl.”
She gasps, hips twitching beneath mine, seeking more friction.
I hold her wrists and pin them above her head as my mouth grazes her ear.“You don’t get to take.You beg for it.”
“I won’t,” she spits, breathless.“I won’t beg for you.”
I slowly withdraw my cock inch by inch, then thrust it back in.Her moan breaks, raw and strangled.
“Say that one more time.”
Her fingernails dig into my ribs.Blood will bloom there by morning.Good.I want the scars.
She glares at me through heavy lashes, her chest heaving, lips parted.“I said I won’t beg for you.”
My laugh is low and cruel.“Oh, Bella, you already fucking did.”
She glares up at me, eyes blazing, lips swollen, challenging me to try and break her.And I know, deep in my bones, this will be the best fuck of my goddamn life.
I slam into her hard and deep.She meets me halfway, biting at my jaw, scratching, gasping, moaning.
“You gonna come for me, Bella?”I taunt, lips brushing hers.“Or are you too fucking proud to fall apart on my cock?”
“Fuck you,” she breathes, but her hips are frantic, desperate for friction.
I drag my thumb down between us, find her clit, and press firmly.
Her entire body starts to jerk.
“Oh, you’re close now,” I murmur darkly.“I feel it.You’re gonna break and when you do, you’re gonna know who fucking owns you.”
Her lips curl, breath ragged as she glares up at me.“Keep dreaming, Lorenzo.You want a leash?Go buy a fucking dog.”
I fuck her like a madman.All that pent-up energy, that rage, and that fucking need.My mind’s gone—shot to shit—drowned in the way she clenches around me.
She shatters.It’s loud and furious.Her back arches, and my name is a snarl tearing from her throat.It’s half pain, half pleasure, and full surrender.She’s fire, fight, and fuck-me-now fury, and I take every ounce of it.
And fuck, I lose it fast.I follow her over that edge, groaning through clenched teeth as I spill inside her, my hand forcing her hip down while she pulses around me.Every muscle strains.Every nerve lights up.I’m not just inside her… I’m fucking gone because of her.
When the world begins to right itself, I take a deep breath, jaw clenched, pulse still pounding.
I gently brush my thumb over her lips.
“Still hate me?”I whisper.
Her eyes flutter open, still dazed.“So fucking much.”
I grin.“Good.I’m gonna make you hate me all over again tomorrow.”
With her breath still ragged, I slowly pull back, savoring every twitch of her muscles as my cock slips free.Her breath hitches, whether from the loss or the aftershocks, I don’t know.And I sure as shit don’t care.
I tuck my cock back into my pants, not bothering to fix the mess we made.Not bothering to look up at her, even though I can feel her glare burning holes into my skin.
“That’s all you get for now,” I mutter, zipping up.My smirk is smug, cocky, the kind that begs to be slapped off my face.“Try not to fall in love or some shit.”
