The Hating Season (Seasons #2) - K.A.Linde Page 0,19
in my head went perfectly still. Even as he slapped his open palm against my bottom, making it sting. Even as I was bent over, head down, ass up, with him ready to fuck me like I’d never been fucked.
Then he gripped my hips as he aligned his cock with my opening. I tensed just a moment, but he laid a hand along the small of my back. And everything released again. With no warning, he thrust deep into me.
I gasped as he hit into me as hard and fast as he could. No coaxing, just his cock deep into my pussy. If I wasn’t so warmed up from him going down on me, he definitely would have stretched me past the point of pleasure. Instead, he filled me up, almost to bursting, and still, I pushed my ass harder against him, desperate for more.
“Like that?” he asked and then pulled back and slammed back down onto me.
“Oh god,” I cried out. “Court, please…”
“Harder?”
I whimpered as he did it without waiting for my answer. I wanted it just like this. I wanted it punishing. I wanted him to impale me until there was nothing left of me but that point in my body where he drove into me. I wanted to forget why I was mad. Forget everything.
He grunted once behind me. His fingers dug deep into my hips as he pinned me to the couch with his cock. The only sound was our bodies smacking together. A thin layer of sweat beaded my skin. And though tears tinted my lashes, I didn’t know if it was the pain of him fucking me as hard and fast as animals…or the release of all the emotions from the last week.
But it didn’t matter. Another orgasm gradually began to build in my core. I couldn’t believe it came on slowly, considering he fucked me relentlessly. Taking out his anger on me as much as I was taking it out on him. Maybe we were both using each other. I couldn’t even think of the implications of that.
“Close…close,” I got out.
“Me too,” he cried.
I dug into the couch cushion and screamed into it as he drove deeper and deeper, rocking my body forward with each thrust. And then it hit me. Like a tidal wave, dragging me under through the current and battering my limp body around with the force of the momentum.
My climax triggered his. He drove into me one more time and then cried out. I could feel his release inside of me, and then everything began to go fuzzy at the edges. As if I was close to a blackout at any moment.
After a minute of heavy breathing, Court gently pulled out of me and walked to the bathroom. Look at him, being gentle now that he was done punishing my body with his cock.
I sat up. My head felt heavy as I dragged on my underwear and plopped onto the couch we had just defiled. I closed my eyes, wondering if I was about to pass out when it clicked, what we had just done.
I’d fucked my client.
Or…he had fucked me.
I’d asked him to fuck me.
My eyes flew open in a panic. I had… I had rules. This wasn’t supposed to happen! I’d wanted it to happen. I’d wanted to forget about Josh and what he’d done to me. And Court Kensington was hot, my type, and all too willing. But I still shouldn’t have broken my number one rule. Not for him. Not for anyone.
I scrambled back into my dress and reached for my purse when he came back out of the bathroom, completely nude.
His brows furrowed. “You’re dressed.”
“Yes. Well, I have to go home.”
“You don’t have to rush out of here. You can stay the night. I’m not a dick.”
I laughed once, sharp and unforgiving. “No, you misunderstand me. This is never happening again.”
“English…wait…”
“You’re a client. I don’t get involved with clients.”
“What the fuck do you think just happened?”
I shrugged one shoulder, compartmentalizing everything, like I had my entire life. “A mistake.”
Then before I could see his wounded expression, I turned and walked out of his apartment. I wondered who exactly I was trying to convince. Because it certainly hadn’t felt like a mistake to me.
Part II
Turn the Tables
7
English
I needed to tell someone.
But I couldn’t tell anyone.
Not even Lark. Not even Whitley or Katherine. No one could know about this. No one could find out what Court and I had done.