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She's an injured dancer trying to pick up the pieces of her shattered career. He's a broken man with an addictive personality. Like oil and water, they don't mix well.
When watching isn't enough, he gets...
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I hadn't planned to knock her out.
I didn't want it to go this way.
But after the guys gave me shit about her I just needed one last look before I could shut my brain off for the night. I stood in my spot and watched with my jaw on the fucking ground as she gave me the live porno of a lifetime. Made only for me, her, and that dildo she fucked herself so hard with I'm surprised the people downstairs didn't realize what was up.
The bed was shaking and so was she, night shorts pushed down around her thighs and her legs stretching the fabric as far as it could go.
I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't that. In my fantasies she was innocent and I was the evil that corrupted her. Maybe my girl isn't as pure as I'd thought, I hadn't given her enough credit.
The burn in my palms spread up my arms throughout the night and the hours ticked by until it reached my chest in the early morning, making my lungs feel like they were in acid. I barely made it to her place before I was lightheaded; from lack of sleep or pain, I have no idea.
She was already gone for the morning and I let myself in. Old habits die hard, I guess.
I was in her things before I could second guess myself. I crossed the line I swore to never touch, not again. But here she is on my bike, in my arms, out cold. I didn't hit her hard, just enough to get her to stop attacking me. She's got fire in her, that's for sure.
I could've taken her back upstairs, cleaned myself up, and made my case. Plead for forgiveness, a chance, maybe. But I'm not that guy and this isn't that world. She would run and call the cops like a normal person and I can't have her doing that. I'll have to keep her with me until I figure out what to do with her.
I think about heading for my house but think better of it, the guys will know what I should do. Oake is the closest thing, so I race there.
I'm carrying her like she's my bride through the parking lot when the door flies open, they must've heard me comin'. "Woah, brother, wha'd'ya got there?" Ray moves out of the way and holds the door for us as I walk in. "I did something really bad." I can't rip my eyes off of her face, so perfect and pink. There's a snort, "Yeah, I'd say so bud. What the fuck did you do to her?" Rome asks cautiously, attempting to keep the atmosphere as light as possible.
"I only hit her once, she bashed me up real good before that. Just wanted her to stop kickin' the shit outta me with that cast," I trail off watching her breathe, "There's a dent on it, see it? That's from my thigh. She kicked me so fuckin' hard she dented her cast." I say blankly.
"I know that gets you hard Bill, but to most people that's a very obvious sign to fuck all the way off." Antoine pitches in from the drying mat where he's lining up overturned glasses. I shoot him a glare until I realize that he's right, it is hot that she can stand up to someone like me. I'm no tiny guy, I'm built thick and sturdy like a tree. She didn't give a fuck what I looked like, she was gonna take my ass out, and that's the sexiest thing I've ever experienced.
