Page 62 of The Heart Breaker

“You’re never gonna be that, huh?” he grits out as he slams into me, deeper, harder.Oh God. “Never gonna be sweet and predictable.”

My head tips back as he fucks me, the seat squeaking beneath us while rain pounds on the windows.

“You’re always going to be vicious and poisonous, and a fucking tease.” His mouth drops to my chest and his teeth close around my nipple, tugging it between his teeth. Hard. “You’re always going to drive me out of my mind.”

A cry tears out of me before I can bite it back, my back arching off the seat, my hands flying to his hair at how good this feels—how wrong it feels.

“God, I hate how good you feel,” he murmurs against my breast, his tongue dragging over my nipple. “I hate that I think about you every night.”

“Then stop fucking me,” I gasp, even as my hips lift to meet him, my traitorous body chasing every brutal thrust.

“Can’t.” His voice is a ragged groan against my skin as he pulls out all the way—just to slam into me harder, making me choke on the sound that bursts out of me. “I can’t stop wanting you no matter how hard I try.”

He thrusts into me again and again until there aren’t any thoughts anymore. I’m too drunk on sex to think, my lips falling open as moans and whimpers spill out.

“Look at you,” he mutters with a chuckle as he watches me come undone beneath him. “All mouth until I put you where you belong.”

“Fuck you,” I choke out.

He grins and his hand slides up my throat again, squeezing just enough to make my pulse stumble and my breath catch. The pressure sends a bolt of heat straight between my legs.

“You gonna come?” he rasps.

“No,” I pant, even as my clit throbs.

His mouth curves. “Liar. You’re squeezing the life out of my cock.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, because if I look at him right now I might come. But his hand tightens around my throat, forcing my gaze up to meet his as his hips drive into me harder.

“Don’t,” he growls, and I feel every word like an electric zap to my clit. “I want your eyes on me when you come so you know exactly who’s ruining you.”

My mouth falls open on a strangled moan, my fingers clawing at his shoulders as the orgasm crashes into me, my pussy clamping around him, trying to keep him inside me.

“Jesus fuck—” he groans as he thrusts one last time, burying himself deep as he follows me over, his hips jerking as he fills the condom.

He stays inside me longer than he should, breathing hard, his fingers still tight around my throat like he forgot to let go. I shove his hand away and sit up fast, wanting to shake free from the fog still buzzing under my skin.

He pulls out of me, both of us hissing at the sudden empty ache. He groans under his breath as he rolls off the condom and ties it off.

He pulls his jeans up, and I avoid his gaze as I stretch awkwardly, climb into the passenger seat, reach for my panties—still hanging off his gear stick—and yank them on. I grab my jeans and wriggle into them, needing to get the hell away from him.

By the time I’ve dragged them up and buttoned them, he’s already tugging his shirt over his head. He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t even look at me. He just digs into his jacket pocket, pulls out a battered pack of cigarettes, and lights one up.

He slouches back in the driver’s seat like he didn’t just rearrange my insides, blowing out smoke.

“This didn’t mean anything,” I tell him.

He snorts without sparing me a glance. He doesn’t even take the cigarette out of his mouth. “No fucking shit, Prescott.”

My fingers clench around the door handle before I push it open. The rain slides down the back of my neck as I climb out, and I slam the door harder than necessary.

By the time I’m inside, I’m dripping, shivering, flushed all the way down my chest… and furious at myself for letting him touch me again.

Furious that I wanted it.

Furious that I know this won’t be the last time.

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