The Peer and the Puppet (When Rivals Play #1) - B.B. Reid Page 0,132
he taunted. “My girl would do what she’s told.” Shifting onto his knees, he held me down with his hands on my waist and pounded into me. I was willing to obey his every command as long as he kept giving me his cock. Just as I was ready to tell him so, he sat back on his haunches and lifted me onto his lap. Hands planted on my hips, he slowly lifted me up and down on his length. It took some getting used to, but before long, I could feel the familiar pressure building inside me.
“I’m going to come.”
“Come with me, princess.”
“I never meant to hurt you,” I cried just before shattering in his arms. His release wasn’t far behind. The sound of his grunt and the feeling of him jerking inside me had me coming apart for the second time.
He fell back onto the bed, taking me with him. I could hear his heart racing as we fought to catch our breath.
“Ever?”
“Yeah?”
I lifted my head and met his eyes and even though the room was dark I still saw the pain in them. “You can’t go back now. What will you do?”
He was silent for so long that I didn’t think he’d answer but then he said, “Let her go and hope that she’s happy.” Feeling guilty, I laid my head on his chest to avoid his gaze and rationalized that I couldn’t truly hear his heart shatter.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed lying in the darkness. An hour? Maybe two? He had grown soft inside me, and when I shifted my hips, I could feel his cock stirring.
“Don’t. You’ll be sore tomorrow.”
“I don’t mind.”
He shook his head. “I don’t think I can be gentle.”
“Take what’s yours.” I worked my hips, bringing his cock back to life. “What’s always been yours. We can worry about the consequences later.”
I had trouble peeling my eyes open hours later and coupled with the ache between my legs, I never wanted to leave this bed. At least I’m clean. I felt my skin heat as I recalled the gentle yet thorough way he’d cleaned me after I finally threw in the towel. Of course, I had been the first to do so. We had gone at it with little breaks in between until just before dawn. He almost seemed determined not to waste a single chance to be inside of me.
His side of the bed was empty and cold, so I checked the nightstand for a note and found none. My backpack containing my phone, keys, wallet, and change of clothes was probably still in Tyra’s car. With no other options, I decided to take a much-needed hot shower and wait for Ever to return.
My jaw dropped at first glance of my naked body in the mirror. I looked as if I’d been fighting all night rather than making love. He’d left evidence of passion on my neck, breasts, and thighs. My clothes would hide most of them, but the two on my neck wouldn’t be as easy to conceal, so I decided to ditch my usual ponytail and wear my hair down. Twenty minutes later, I emerged from the en suite and found Ever sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at his phone. It wasn’t until I inched closer that I realized he was actually fiddling around on my phone.
“What are you doing?”
Not realizing I was standing there, his head snapped around in surprise. It made me wonder what on my phone had so successfully captured his focus.
“I brought your bag up,” he said rather than answering.
I was too thrown off by his flat tone to make a big deal about it.
“Is everything okay?”
Ignoring my question, he picked up my backpack from the floor and dropped it in front of me. “Get dressed.”
“Are you still upset with me or something? I thought after last night—”
“You thought spreading your legs for me would make me forget what you did?”
“But you—”
“I took what you freely offered. You were eager to please, and I needed to relieve some stress. Turns out you’re no different than the girls who bat their eyes my way, hoping to get fucked.”
I was too shocked by his cold demeanor to lash out the way I should. Last night, he gave as much as he took. I could still hear him uttering those three words. “Ever, I’m sorry for hurting you.”