Page 52 of Betrothed in Fury
Feels endless, like I’ll be frozen in this blissed-out state forever.
There’s only that pure satisfaction of release until I come back into my body to feel the heat, the sweat, and how out of breath I am from the labor Logan put me through. I drop down close to him, enjoying the warmth he gives off, feeling his cum against my belly as he’s trapped beneath me. He doesn’t resist me or tell me to get the fuck off him, only lies there, his breath deepening.
I turn to face him, and he stares up at the ceiling, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.
I put more of my weight on him and whisper against his cheek, “That pussy’s even better than I imagined.”
He closes his eyes.
I see his regret, and I despise him for it.
How could he feel any regret for what we did?
“Tell me you liked it,” I demand.
“I don’t know why I did that.”
Still locked in this primal state, I growl, the monster about to attack. “Don’t pretend you don’t like having my cock buried inside you. Don’t act like you don’t wish I wasn’t wearing this condom so I’d be breeding this hole.”
He cringes. “Stop talking like that. You’re disgusting.”
“You like it.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Liar!”
After he begged me to keep going, how dare he act like this now?
He turns to face me, and I move forward quickly to take a kiss, but stop myself, only to see his lips half parted, eyes locked on my mouth, every possible sign that he wants it, yet he insists on lying to himself.
“No,” I say. “You don’t get that until you plead for it.”
I rest my face against the side of his before licking up his cheek. He closes his eyes, as though trying to enjoy as much as I’m willing to give.
“Get off me.” I almost can’t hear him say the words before he bashes his hands against my chest. “I said get the fuck off me.”
I want to stay inside him as long as possible, but if he’s going to act like this, then he doesn’t deserve to be filled with my cock anymore. I lean back, sliding out, admiring the cum that still paints his abdomen. I did that, and I’m proud of the fact, wanting to lick it off since I earned it, but now isn’t the time, and fuck him for that.
He disregards the mess, stepping off the desk and pulling his boxers and pants up, fastening them before running his hand through his hair. When he looks at me again, this time there isn’t the desperate need I saw when I was fucking him. Only fury.
He rushes me, giving me a shove, which catches me off guard.
“Fuck you,” he practically spits out.
“Didn’t we just do that?” I quip, earning a sneer.
“You knew I didn’t want that, yet you kept pushing.”
“Are you saying that was against your will?”
“That’s not what I meant. But in a way, yes. You have taken control of my will. You think I haven’t heard about the Lorde charm? The power you have over people? And now you’ve weaponized it against me, your ally? All for what? So you can get your dick wet? You’re sick.”
I clench my fists. “You’re putting this all on me when you’re the one acting like a fucking slut around me. I was ready to end this before you kept pushing, demanding I fuck you.”
“Shut the fuck up!” he calls out, raising his hands toward his face, as if my words pain him.
I quiet. Angry as I am, it’s clear that what I’m doing is hurting him. I have to stop before he gets worse.
