Forbidden Lust

23

Barrett

Iwaited in the darkness in her room for what felt like fucking forever.

Politely, I’d excused myself from the attractive woman draped over me. The same woman I was using as a pawn to make Lourde jealous. I didn’t play games. That wasn’t me. So then, why did I want to pretend I was going to sleep with the woman on my lap? Sure, there was the keeping up appearances aspect so her brother wouldn’t be led astray, thinking something was going on between Lourde and me. But it was more than that. I was angry.

Maybe it was because she ignored me, only greeting her brother and politely acknowledging Ari. It was definitely because she’d said she was taking a walk along the beach with someone.

I was breaking her down piece by piece. Like I broke everything and anyone around me. I had to break her to protect her. She deserved better than me. She deserved a life with someone worthy of giving her a life who cared for her. Not a monster like me.

I took a life—the life dearest to my own. My mother was lying in a Providence cemetery because I couldn't wrestle the gun. My sister, permanently disabled because a bullet hit a nerve in her upper thigh, affecting her walking.

Like the monster I was, I hid. In Lourde’s room, in the dark. Behind the door. I wanted her to find me. Bring light to my dark heart if only for the brief moments we shared.

Footsteps sounded across the floor. Then the door pushed open, and she stepped in. Lit up by the moon’s light, her shadow casting across the wall. Before she could turn the light on, I grabbed her and pinned her against the door, shutting it.

She gasped but didn’t object.

In the gray room, I could make her out. Every expression, every angle on her porcelain skin, and her eyes bored into mine.

“Where’s your date?” she asked in a whisper.

“I don’t give a fuck.” I’d cornered a rich colleague and asked him to occupy her for the next hour away from the boys before sending her home. That way, Connor and the boys wouldn’t suspect anything.

“Jealous?” I tilted my head, and she blinked rapidly. The column of her neck sucked inward.

She was.

Her hands trembled underneath the force of mine, pinning her against the door with my body. My erection lengthened along my seam.

“No, you’re just an asshole.”

She’d driven me mad with that man—hooked in each other’s arms. I watched how his hand fell on hers, and he didn’t belong anywhere near her. She was mine.

“You’re the one parading with a man on your arm,” I said, roughly kissing her neck.

She moaned. “He’s a nice man who wanted to walk me along the beach.”

“Nice.”

“Yes,” she replied on an exhale.

“Nice like this?” Sliding one hand down her front, I lifted her dress and pushed her underwear to the side. She was ready for me. I slid two fingers inside of her.

“Who’s jealous now?” She groaned, taking her mouth to my ear. Her breath was warm, and my pulse raced. This was beyond dangerous, but I had to have her. My lips found her mouth, swallowing her words. Our tongues thrashed about, desperately claiming one another.

I pulled back and stared her in the eyes. “I don’t get jealous, dollface. Now slide over and kiss the wall. This is going to be hard and fast.”

Rage and lust burned behind her hazels. Before turning, she paused. I unzipped my pants, freeing my bulging cock. I pushed her hair to the side and trailed the nape of her neck with rough kisses. Tossing up her dress, I pushed her panties to the side, not bothering to remove them, and rubbed my tip at her entrance. I dipped inside of her, stretching her with each stroke. “Fuck, Lourde.” I hissed, feeling her wetness.

Angrily, I plowed into her, one stroke after the other. She took it, all of me, her body pressed against the wall.

“You’re not a nice person, Barrett.” She moaned, her face still turned to the side.

I pressed my lips against her ear. “Yet you want to scream my name, dollface,” I said with a harsh whispered tone.

“No, I don’t.” Her voice trembled with false denial.

Needing to prove a point, I wrapped my hand around the front of her neck, gently applying pressure. “Don’t lie to me,” I warned.

“It hurts to want you,” she said, her voice strained as she breathed out.

Her words hit me square in the chest. I didn’t want to hurt her—Lourde, of all people.

Quickly, I turned her around. She stared at me, not giving anything away. The noise from outside the room floated and ate at the silence between us. I kissed her on the mouth. Slowly, sensually, giving her a taste of what she deserved. I spread her legs and lifted her with one arm, her back against the wall. Her legs found their way around my hips. Her hands wrapped around my neck and up through my hair.

She tipped her head back and groaned loudly after I thrust into her. I watched her moan. The long column of her neck. The way her tits bounced up and down against my chest at each thrust. A strange feeling inside my chest hit me. She pulled back off the wall, her eyes collided with mine, her hair fell around the sides of her face, her fruity floral fragrance overwhelming all my senses.

I pushed into her further. I was close, and so was she. Her lips found mine, and a long, slow breathless kiss tipped me over the edge. “Lourde!” I hissed on a breath riding the waves. A few seconds later, the walls of her cunt pulsed around me as she found her release.

Almost immediately, her legs fell from my waist, and she pulled her dress down. There was something behind her eyes I hadn’t seen before.

“I can’t see you anymore, Barrett,” she croaked out.

And as those words hit me, I came back down to earth, crashing through the floor.

“I know.”

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