holding my waist. I screamed, my voice echoing off the cavernous walls as I came hard around him.
He didn’t let up though. He kept fucking me, and I braced one hand on the beam while my other arm I curled around his neck so I wouldn’t fall back.
“Oh, fuck,” I panted, feeling every delicious inch of his cock as he pounded into me over and over. I wanted to come again, but when I brought my fingers between us to touch my clit, he yanked my hand away.
“Please,” I begged. I could see the outline of his face and the whites of his eyes as he watched me, but instead of letting me touch myself, he brought his hand between us and took charge.
Angling my hips up to just the right angle, he fucked me with the perfect rhythm, and when I came again, my pussy clenching around his cock, he came with me this time, letting out the first noise he’d made since walking in.
Spent, panting, sweaty, and sated, I stayed pressed against his chest for a long time, not wanting this moment to pass but knowing it would.
When I finally peeled myself away, he brought his hands up to cup my cheek in a surprisingly gentle gesture. When his thumb swept over my cheek, I realized there were still tears escaping my eyes. The sun must’ve risen by then, because there was a hint of purple now lighting up the room.
I wanted so badly to lean in and kiss him in that moment, but I was still so hurt. When I realized we hadn’t kissed at all during this impromptu sexual encounter, my heart constricted with pain. You fucked people that you used. You didn’t kiss them. God, what was wrong with me? I just let him fuck me, again, and I didn’t once resist.
I pulled away, yanking my hair free from its bun so I could fist the strands in my hand and pull, hoping the pain would ground me. “Why are you doing this to me?” I cried, shaking my head.
I yanked on my leotard and shorts, furious with myself for being so weak when it came to him.
“Doing what?” he asked, crowding my space as he gripped my shoulders, not allowing me to walk away from him.
“This,” I said with exasperation. “It’s cruel, Rogue.”
Anger flashed over his dark eyes. “How is making you come three times cruel?”
“Don’t,” I snapped. “Don’t do that. You know what I’m talking about.”
“Fuck, Scarlett,” he said, dropping his hands so he could run a palm over his face in frustration. “I’m not good at this shit.”
“Then get good at it,” I retorted. “Tell me why you followed me here.”
“Because I fucking missed you, alright?”
I blinked at him in surprise, but I wasn’t going to let myself read into this. I wasn’t going to let myself be fooled. “Not good enough, Rogue.”
“God dammit, Scar,” he grit out between his teeth.
“You came here because you missed me,” I repeated. “Missed what? Fucking me?”
“I always miss fucking you,” he said.
“Is that it? Is that all you want from me? Am I just a good fuck?” I cried. “Because I love you, Rogue.”
My admission seemed to shock the hell out of him, because he went completely still, his eyes flying to my face.
“I love you,” I repeated shakily. “But you’re going to Stephanie’s house at night. You’re keeping secrets. You’re still holding me at arm’s length. So if you don’t love me too, then I need you to leave me alone. I need you to stop using my body against me, because you’re breaking me, Rogue. You’re breaking me, and I don’t know if I can keep picking myself back up,” I admitted, looking down at my feet as I crossed my arms over my chest. I suddenly felt so alone, so used. For the first time, I actually felt like the Trash Whore that everyone called me.
With a growl, he took a step toward me and then his hands were gripping my cheeks, and he was looking me in my eyes. “You love me?” he asked.
“I wish I didn’t.”
“Don’t stop.”
Then his lips were on mine, but it wasn’t the Rogue I was used to. This kiss was a caress. A plea. His tongue swept into my mouth and tangled with mine, and he seemed to want to drink in my soul.
When we broke apart, he wiped my cheeks free of tears again. “I love you, Scarlett,” he said, so quietly I almost didn’t