Page 75 of Discretion at Its Finest

His hips snapped harder, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he groaned against my skin.

“Liar,” he whispered, his mouth hovering over mine, taunting me in a way that was more forgiving than the delicious brutal assault wreaking havoc and pleasure on my body.

My eyes found his as the pleasure consumed me, his thrusts slowing as I caressed his face.

“…I missed you, Reid…” I whispered.

After a few moments his lips came down onto mine in a gentle claim.

“If only you knew,” he husked, pulling away from my lips only slightly, “how much I missed you,mon amour.”

“…I hate,” I moaned, and he quirked an eyebrow as another guttural moan left me, “how much I still love you.”

Something dark tore through his expression at my words.

His grip on my thighs tightened painfully as he slammed into me harder. “Say it again,” he growled, voice shredded. “Say it.”

“I—” His hand flew up, gripping my jaw so tightly my words dissolved into a gasp.

“Say it, Vieve.”

Another thrust ripped straight through me, cruel and perfect as my orgasm peaked, driving me over the edge. “I hate how much I still love you.”

A deep sound of contentment hummed through him before his mouth crashed to mine as he pinned me harder against the wall. The room tilted. My legs shook. My mind blanked as my second orgasm in only a span of seconds approached.

His hips pounded into mine again, brutal and unrelenting. “You should hate me.”Thrust.“You should love me.”Thrust. “You shouldbreakfor me the way I broke for you.”

My nails clawed at his back, desperation blurring with devastation until I didn’t know what I was feeling anymore… only that it was too much, too deep, too consuming. My legsshook as he smiled against my skin. “And I’m going to fucking make you.”

His legs moved as my head spun before my back hit the sofa, his hands ripping off his shirt before he pulled off my dress in one motion. Another moan tore from me. “Reid.” My body clenched around him violently. “I’m sorry—”

He slammed into me so hard the apology shattered. “Sorry isn’t enough, baby.”

He kissed away my tears. His other hand slid between us, pressing hard against my stomach, forcing my body still with each thrust.

His kisses were soft, but my orgasms were shattering. There was no rhythm. No sweetness. Just fury. Just him, dragging it out of me. Making me feel every second of the choice I made. Every consequence. Every lie.

His hand wrapped around my throat enough to make my heart stutter. “You don’t get to leave me again.”

His words sent warmth through my body, and in that moment I didn’t fight him as my legs went limp beneath him, broken open. My thighs were numb, my lips parted, but no sound came out.

He was still inside me. Still trying to make me feel it… feel him.

And in that moment I decided to just… let go. My body folded beneath him, slack and open.A rag doll. A sinner. A woman stripped of her false armor and soiled dignity.

And I took everything he gave me.

Because deep down, a sick part of me believed this was justice. That him tearing me apart with nothing but his hands, his mouth, his cock was the punishment I’d been avoiding.

I deserved this.

I was the one who left… I let them bury him. I chose safety over truth. I still wanted him… more than I should.

His hips snapped into mine again, and I barely reacted. The sound escaping me wasn’t a gasp, wasn’t even a moan: it was a breath, a release of everything I’d been holding.

I stared up at him, eyes unfocused, the world blurring behind tears I didn’t bother hiding anymore. My mind drifted far away from the pain, the pleasure, the past, the present and just let me feel the punishment I deserved from the man I loved.

And then something in him changed.