Brick's Addiction

Chapter Seven

“I want to hear you come again,” he again. “Your pussy feels so damn good wrapped around my cock.”

Rose’s face burned, and yet she enjoyed every single second of Brick fucking her like he owned her. She’d never been with a man who liked to talk dirty during sex. With Brick, she found she liked it. Brick pulled out of her cunt only to push in again. She gasped. He was so big, but damn he knew how to make her feel good.

The initial ache of his entry quickly faded away as he replaced pain with pleasure. Ecstasy surged through her entire body. Her tits tightened to points as he hammered her into the mattress, and she only begged him for more.

“Faster, Brick. Please.”

Brick went deeper and deeper.

Rose couldn’t believe those words came out of her mouth. All three of her past relationships had been nothing but a disappointment, but this?

Rose could get addicted to Brick. Part of her still didn’t understand why he’d helped her. Brick didn’t just save her from Dragon and his men. He even offered her a job, and what he did for Stefan—that had been so sweet. Brick was a generous man, and God, did he know how to make her body sing.

Each time Brick entered her, it felt like a part of her soul drifted out of her body to merge with him. Sex had always been quick, nothing special, but this? It was mind-blowing. Rose could get addicted to Brick’s cock, to his possessive touches and heated kisses. He reduced them both to panting and needy animals. Pressure built inside her like a dam waiting to break open.

She found herself meeting him for every thrust. The next time Brick entered her, he found her G-spot. Rose gasped, arching her back, and a scream tore out of her mouth as he nailed her there. At his last push, she shattered. She screamed his name while she came all over his cock.

Her mind floated twenty thousand feet in the air. A few moments later, Brick let out a growl before climaxing. He pulled out of her, and Rose collapsed on the bed. She took a few seconds to gather herself. Rose felt deliciously sore. Well-used.

Brick disappeared inside his bathroom and returned with a towel to clean them both up. With that task done, Brick joined her in bed. She found herself seeking his warmth. When he wrapped his big and warm body around her smaller one, she left out a sigh of relief.

Emotions stirred inside her chest—contentment, want, and another emotion she couldn’t name. Soon, the euphoria would fade, and Rose would be left with doubt. Questions.

“I once made a promise to myself that I can’t fall for a man like you,” she found herself saying. Why was it when she was with Brick, she couldn’t hide anything from him?

“Are you falling for me?” Brick sounded smug.

Rose turned to look him in the eyes. She couldn’t answer him. “Those words slipped out by accident,” she said.

“Tell me why,” Brick urged.

“Why? You need to ask me that? My brother and father involved themselves in the MC. Look how well that ended,” she said.

“You’re not them,” Brick said, resting his hand against her cheek. To her chagrin, Rose found herself leaning into his touch. No one had ever taken care of her before. Was that why she was drawn to him? No. She didn’t stay with him just because of those shallow reasons.

She saw the man underneath the criminal. Brick possessed a good heart, she knew it in her bones, but this was also the life he’d chosen. Rose saw it in his eyes. Brick would live and die by the MC. There was no changing his path. If she chose to entangle herself in his world, would she end up dead like her father?

Rose didn’t know what else to say, so she only nodded.

“Stay or go, that’s your choice, but if you decide to stick around, well. You’ll be mine, you understand?” Brick traced her bottom lip with his thumb.

Rose sucked on his digit, unsure why she did that. Hearing those words from Brick sent an unexplainable thrill down her spine.

For most of her life, she had followed the rules. In high school, everyone saw her as the daughter of a loser even though she tried her best to carve a positive reputation for herself. Rose was sick of trying to convince other people she was good. She was tired of holding everything together when her world had already fallen apart.

“I’ll stay,” Rose finally said.

“I knew you would,” Brick said, kissing her on the mouth. Just the brush of his lips and she was a goner.

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