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He grabbed her then, his hands rough on her arms. "Is that what you want? Your final payoff?"
She was crying in earnest now, but a defiant, desperate heat was rising to meet his anger. "Yes," she choked out. "If that's all I can have. Yes."
She cried out, a sound of pain and overwhelming sensation. He was too big, too sudden, and the friction was almost too much. He didn't pause.
"This is for the lies," he growled, pulling out and slamming back into her. The bed rocked.
"This is for the game." Another thrust, deeper, harder.
She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. The pain was blurring into a terrible, addictive pleasure. Her body, traitorously, was welcoming him, clenching around him, getting wetter for him.
"And this," he said, his voice breaking slightly as he set a punishing rhythm, "is for making me believe, even for a second, that you were someone I could love."