Page 25 of Don't Date Your Nemesis

I was a gold medalist, so I knew about pacing, but this was a different kind of endurance.

Once her gasps turned into low, rhythmic moans and her hips started to buck upward to meet me, I lost the fight for restraint. I began to drive into her, my thrusts becoming powerful and primal. I could hear the wet, slapping sound of our bodies colliding and the creak of the bed frame picking up speed.

I lost myself in her. I was fucking her hard, my muscles bunching and straining as I bottomed out with every stroke. The bed rattled violently against the wall, the frame groaning in protest.

Deepika wrapped her legs around my waist, locking me in, and that was the end of my restraint. I drove into her, my hand finding her clit, rubbing tight, punishing circles as I thrust. Her face contorted, her body tensing⁠—

Crack.

The bed frame gave way with a sickening splintering sound, and the mattress tilted sharply to the left as a wooden slat snapped.

We both froze, our eyes widening.

“Did you just… break the bed?” Deepika panted, half-laughing, half-horrified.

I didn’t answer because I was too far gone. I reached down, scooped her up in my arms (she felt so light, so perfect) and strode the two steps to the other queen-size bed. I swept her belongings off the duvet with one hand and slammed her down onto the fresh sheets.

“Liam, we just broke the bed⁠—”

“Don’t care,” I growled, pinning her wrists above her head. My cock was throbbing, weeping into the condom. “I need to fill you up right now.”

I silenced her with a hungry, clumsy kiss, my tongue clashing with hers as I slid back home. I didn't hold back this time. I moved with desperate intensity, my movements jagged and fast. I played with her clit, my fingers slick with her juices, until her orgasm ripped through her.

Her internal muscles went into a frenzy, convulsing around me in tight, rhythmic pulses. The sheer force of her climax pulled me over the edge. I let out a low, guttural roar, my vision going white as I emptied myself into the latex, my whole body vibrating with the force of it.

And then, the familiar, ominous groan of wood.

Thud.

The second bed gave out, sinking in the middle with a pathetic, final crash.

For a long moment, we just lay there in the ruins of the furniture, tangled together and covered in sweat. Then Deepika started to laugh. It wasn’t the mocking laugh I was used to. It was a bright, free, and beautiful. I realized I had never seen her like that. So completely unburdened.

“That was so silly,” she chuckled, her voice breathy.

“What?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows, looking down at her radiant face. “Breaking two beds with my amazing dick power?”

The laughter stopped instantly. She reached out and smacked my sweaty chest. “Don’t ever call it that.”

I smirked, leaning down to nip at her ear. “You don’t like my dick power, hm? But it made you orgasm and⁠—”

Deepika slapped her hand over my mouth, her face turning a delicious shade of red. “Shut. Up.”

8

YOU DIRTY DOG

DEEPIKA

I woke up warm. Too warm. And confused about why my pillow had a heartbeat.

My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the morning light streaming through the hotel curtains, and that’s when I realized three things in rapid succession.

One: I was naked.

Two: I was tangled around Liam James like a very desperate octopus.

Three: We had somehow managed to break not one, but both the queen-size beds.