Chapter 18 #2
I ripped at the rest of the buttons of his shirt, and when I couldn’t get them undone because of my shaking fingers, I tore the material apart. Buttons went flying, dinging against the mirror behind my head and scattering across the floor.
Sloan broke the kiss to glance down at his shirt, raising one eyebrow in a way I simultaneously loved and fucking hated. “That was an expensive shirt, Pet.”
“Shut the fuck up. Don’t speak. I don’t want to hear you right now.” I slammed my hand over his mouth and dipped down to suck a bruise onto his chest, right above his right nipple.
He nibbled my palm, and I focused on littering angry bruises across his skin.
He grasped my hips, yanking me against himself, his hard bulge rubbing against mine.
I couldn’t help the hiss of pleasure that slipped out.
I threw my chin back, giving him room to suck on my neck, his teeth sinking into my flesh, eliciting a ripple of pleasure that had my dick throbbing.
He was warm and solid against me, and I craved this no matter how I felt. It was as though my body called for his.
He tore the shirt off his shoulders and moved on to my clothes, yanking my shirt off before he worked on my tight jeans and underwear until I was naked, my dick free and bobbing in the air.
Sloan’s pants, briefs, and shoes went next, leaving him in only his socks, which I shouldn’t have found so hot, but I did.
His hard-on was flushed red at the tip, precum beading in his slit, making my mouth water for a taste. All the reasons I shouldn’t do this were difficult to remember when I had his naked body in front of me, ready to give me exactly what I always craved.
He smirked, and I glared, nostrils flaring. Nope. Sexy or not, I refused to forgive him.
He grabbed my knees and dragged me close again before opening a drawer to his right and pulling out a bottle of lube we kept there. He pumped some on his fingers, but when he reached for my hole, I seized his wrist.
“No,” I growled out. “If you want to fuck me, do it, but don’t stretch me. Just. Fucking. Do. It.”
“Pet—”
I slapped him across the face, not hard enough to truly hurt him, but to shock him. He blinked, and then his gaze slid back to me. His fingers brushed over the cheek I’d hit, and I exhaled through my nose.
“Fuck me.” I stared him down, our eyes burning into each other’s before his nostrils flared and he placed a hand on my chest, shoving me.
My upper back hit the mirror, and he yanked me toward himself again, spreading my legs as he added the lube on his dick. The moment he lined himself up, I took a deep breath that I let out a few seconds later as the head of his dick speared into me.
His hands seared my hips where they rested, a burning reminder of who I belonged to.
All it took was a touch and he was claiming me.
I was his—body, soul, and fucking heart—and as much as I wanted to hate it, I couldn’t.
He’d been the first person who wanted me regardless of my flaws, and I felt like I could fly with him around.
He was my wings. Without him, I’d crash to the ground.
His width spread me open, the burning sensation spiking through me and adding to the increasing pressure. He watched me, eyes intent on my face as he pushed inside. Despite my resentment, my heart squeezed at how caring and careful he was with me.
When he was balls deep, his dick nestled in my hole like it was home, he grasped my face and kissed me gently—too gently. I yanked away from his mouth and turned my head, teeth clenching. Not today. If he was going to fuck me, he’d do it right.
Pleasure bubbled in my stomach, and I entwined my legs around his hips, dragging him against me. His gaze was a fiery inferno, hungry desire lighting up his irises and promising the best fuck I’d ever get from him. I hoped so.
He wrapped his arms around my lower back, hauling me upright. His mouth met mine again and his tongue shoved past my lips, staking his ownership. He thrust his hips, burying his dick deeper.
I groaned into his kiss. “I fucking hate you.”
“You don’t,” he whispered, brushing his nose over mine. “You’re angry, but you love me, Pet.”
I didn’t argue. Instead, I dug my heels into his arse. “Move.”
The corner of his lips ticked up in amusement, and I hated that he wasn’t taking my orders seriously. We both knew who was really in charge, and his confidence pissed me off. Sloan would always be more dominant than me. It came naturally to him.
He seized my hips again and used his grip as leverage, dragging his dick nearly all the way out of my hole before snapping his hips forward, thrusting his width into me.
I gasped as he pegged my prostate as though he had a map of my body, but I supposed he knew me well by now. Eight years was a long time.
I bit down on my bottom lip, hoping to still some of the sounds that threatened to spill from me, but there was no use.
I trembled and gasped, and every thrust inside sent me back against the mirror, making it shake and rattle. All I could focus on was him and the way his dick worked into me, pounding against my prostate and sending waves of pleasure through me.
I seized his hand between my fingers, hauling him toward me so I could kiss him again.
I focused on the cut already in his bottom lip, the tangy taste of his blood sitting heavy on my tongue again.
It was addicting, which should’ve been weird, but wasn’t.
Sloan’s blood belonged to me. Only I could make him bleed.
One particular thrust drove me back against the mirror hard enough to shake it right off the wall, clearly not secure, and the glass shattered around us, flinging over the counter and across the floor around Sloan’s feet.
Any sane person would stop and move away from the disaster zone, but Sloan picked me up instead so I wouldn’t catch glass in my skin, and I held on to him tighter.
Ecstasy coiled around me, holding me in a vice grip, and my dick throbbed. Precum slid down my length, and my orgasm threatened, pulling my balls closer to my body.
“Fuck you,” I muttered against Sloan’s lips, nipping at them again.
He chuckled deeply, squeezing my hips. “Oh, Pet, we’ve been through this. I’m fucking you.”
I bared my teeth, and he licked them.
Thrust after thrust. His attack on my prostate was relentless and the building sensations were becoming too much for me to handle. I was on the brink of coming, every inch of my skin on fire.
“Come apart for me, Pet.” He nuzzled my chin when I tipped it back, baring my neck for him submissively. It was ingrained in me at this point in my life to yield to him. “Show me how much you need me.”
“No,” I bit out. I clasped the base of my dick and squeezed, hoping to hold off my impending orgasm. “Fuck you, Sloan.”
Not boss. Sloan. I had a point to make, even though it was useless. In the end, I’d forgive him and be back to his faithful pet, but I also needed a moment to let my emotions free. He had to understand how much he’d emotionally wounded me.
With one arm hooked around me, he used the other to sweep his hand across the sink, sending glass clattering to the floor. I winced, already imagining pieces imbedded in his skin, but he didn’t seem to care as he dropped me back on the counter now that it was clear.
He seized both of my hands, including the one holding my dick, and jerked them above my head, slamming them back against the bare wall.
I struggled, but he was stronger. From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of his bloodied hand, a few shards of glass digging into the heel of his palm.
I pressed my lips together to stop myself from saying anything, from worrying.
His eyebrows dipped. “You’ll come for me, Conall.” He fortified his words with a perfect stroke of his hips forward, his length hammering into my prostate.
I bit the inside of my cheek and curled my toes, but nothing short of strangling my dick would stop the wave of my orgasm from crashing down on me.
An electric current sizzled through my veins, and my fingers tingled as pure bliss dug deeper into me.
My dick jerked and my balls pulled tighter as jets of cum shot from my slit and covered my stomach as well as Sloan’s.
“You’re so beautiful when you come, Pet.” He dipped to lick up a drop of sweat that trailed down my cheek, and I turned my head away, making it harder for him to reach.
A few more thrusts and he came, filling my hole with warmth that should’ve made me feel elated, not angrier. My emotions were a hot mess and no amount of reasoning helped right now. I needed to get away from him despite the orgasm that left my limbs like melted butter.
I shoved him backward, and he hissed, glancing down at the floor where I assumed he’d stepped on glass.
Ignoring him, I carefully slid off the bathroom counter and swiped at my ass and lower back, brushing off any pieces of the mirror that had dug into my skin.
I sent him a glare before I tiptoed out of the en suite, his cum still warm in my hole and threatening to leak out.
Footsteps followed me and he seized my elbow, spinning me around.
“What?” I snapped.
He gritted his teeth. “What do you need from me, Pet? What can I do?”
“Nothing,” I whispered, the fire fizzling out in me. Sloan and I rarely fought, and I could count the times I was truly angry with him like this on one hand. “You already did the damage. I just . . . . I need to be alone.”
He frowned. “You want me to leave?”
“No.” I sighed and stared around our bedroom. This space belonged to us, and I couldn’t imagine being by myself in it. I’d spent enough time like that when he was in jail. But . . . I also wanted to think without him around. “I might go stay at the Virtue with Terrance for a few days.”
“What?” The word fell out of his mouth in unadulterated agony, a sound I wasn’t used to hearing from Sloan, and I winced.
He stepped forward, but I held up my palm, stopping him.
His eyes burned into mine, begging. “Pet, damn it. Don’t.
I’ll fix it. I’ll give you anything you want.
I’ll have a new greenhouse built for you within a day.
I’ll even make it exactly the same as it was. ”
I shook my head, even though my heart shattered into more pieces than the remnants of the greenhouse.
Apparently, Sloan was good at destroying things important to me.
Even though I couldn’t imagine being in this bedroom alone, leaving for a few days was the best option for me so I could collect myself and my feelings.
I didn’t want to say anything I couldn’t take back.
“I’ll have Ronan drive me into the city.
You know where I am if you need me, but Sloan—Boss—” I allowed myself to shift in closer to him but not within reaching distance.
“Let me grieve the loss. It’s gone now. Nothing can bring it back, and I need time to process that.
It was my safe space and now it’s destroyed. Just let me gather my thoughts. Alone.”
“I won’t let you go, Pet,” Sloan whispered fiercely, and I opened my mouth to argue, but he wasn’t finished.
“Not for good. You’re mine. But I will let you go to the Virtue.
Two days, Pet. That’s all you get before I’ll come for you myself.
I love you. I said it and I’m not taking it back.
I’m not letting you disappear from my life.
You’re ingrained right here.” He tapped his bare chest, over his heart.
“This is yours. So, come home or so help me, I will burn the Virtue down to get you back if I have to.”
Despite the grief and anger that swirled in my stomach, warmth joined in the mixture of emotions. I could be as furious as I wanted at him, but Sloan would always show me how much he wanted me.
Standing here, both naked and bleeding from the shards of glass that got us and the wound on his bottom lip, we were two men in love.
Human.
Bone and organs and veins wrapped up in a fleshy meat suit.
One who’d made a stupid mistake and another who hurt because of the stupidity.
And because I was weak to this fierce, protective, and stubborn bastard in front of me, I closed the distance between us and dragged him down for a kiss.
I meshed my lips with his softly, communicating a silent promise—I’ll be back.
Smiling up at him sadly, I moved back and turned to get clothes on and start packing, Sloan watching the entire time. He followed me when I carried my overnight bag down the stairs and clenched his jaw when I eased myself into the backseat of the car Ronan brought around.
I pressed my hand against the window to remind him it was only for a few days. I just hoped he didn’t destroy the house or our men during that time.