I was digging my fingers into his hips and he was pressing into me, his hips slapping against my bare skin with each movement.
“Cassian,” I gasped.
“You’re so fucking tight.” His breath was hot against my shoulder, lips brushing me as he spoke.
I held him tighter, pressing my hips back to urge him deeper inside me. He was so strong, and I could feel the barely contained energy in him. He was probably fighting the urge to tear me apart with every bone in his body. There was a thrill in that. Of knowing he was barely contained—like an armed explosive.
I let myself get lost in it. In the sticky, warm flesh and the heavy breaths. The rise and fall of his body as he drove himself into me tirelessly, bringing me ever closer. I found myself far more interested in his pleasure than my own. I was so used to seeing him miserable and cold. Even now, he was trying to put on a stony face, but I could feel the passion running through him, just below the surface.
He flipped me over, so I was on my back. With rough hands, he lifted my legs, taking advantage of the flexibility my stretching for track had given me. With his grip on my knees, he slid me closer and buried himself in my pussy again. It felt different from this position, and something about the angle made my body feel like exploding in a burst of bliss.
I bit down hard on my lip to try to stop from moaning. His eyes were closed, and his forehead was creased with enjoyment. When he looked down at me, he slowed, like there was something he wanted to say.
“Hey,” I cupped his face, pulling him down so I could plant a kiss on his mouth. He didn’t stop pumping himself into me, and I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I had an orgasm. “You don’t need to hide. Not from me. You can show me. Show me.”
He stared back at me. I saw something threatening to break in his face, and then it hardened in an instant. He pulled himself out of me and stood.
The orgasm that had been inches away melted into nothing, and I was suddenly aware of how stupid and exposed I must look. I scooted back, tugging my shirt down to cover myself. I felt ashamed of the way I could feel myself making the table wet beneath me with my arousal.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“You think you get me?” He asked as he tugged his pants back on. He snatched his shirt up and didn’t bother putting it on or fixing his messy hair. “You have no idea. I don’t need you or your body.” With a cruel shrug, he pursed his lips. “You weren’t as tight as I hoped, and I would’ve been here all day if I tried to come.” He took a few steps away, then paused. “And clean that shit off the table.”
I held it together until he left the room, then I broke down. I’d tried so hard not to let him break me. To be strong. To stand up with my back straight.
But this was it. I’d let my guard down and believed he was ready to do the same. I’d been vulnerable and weak. And just like I should’ve expected, Cassian used it as an opportunity to cut me deeper.29CassianI closed my eyes and let my head spin. I’d already had a several beers, and I still couldn’t get her out of my fucking head. Music played from another room and the sound of dozens of voices roared in my ears.
Gage tossed a bottle cap at my chest to get my attention.
I rolled my head to the side on the couch I was sprawled out on. Sophie was sitting on my lap in a skirt so short I could see her hot pink panties. She chewed her lip and slid her hands up my chest.
With a groan, I sat up and pushed her off. I looked to Gage, feeling disoriented.
I didn’t even remember where we were. It was a party, obviously. I remembered suffering through school after hooking up with Charli. I remembered practice. Then the rest was a blur, like I’d bottled up my frustration and rage until it finally burst.
“You look like you’re drinking with a purpose tonight.” Gage gestured to the graveyard of bottles on the end table beside me.
“Those aren’t mine.”
He laughed. “No shit. Some freshman probably bought them for the privilege of getting invited to this party. But you’re the dumbass who drank all of them.”
I got up, realizing I was more drunk than I’d anticipated.
Sophie put her hand on my shoulder and scooted closer.
I slid her hand off me. “Didn’t I break up with you?”