I closed my eyes.
He pulled away, turned me, dropped me to my back in the bed and grasped my hips, yanking them up and into him so he was crouched back on his knees, again inside me, taking me.
I opened my eyes and his gaze held mine.
“Right here, Livvie.”
I felt the tears rise in my eyes as I reached out, planting a hand in a slap against his abs, feeling them work as he drove into me, his gaze locked to mine.
“Nick.”
“Right here, baby.”
I threw my other hand back, pushing it against the headboard and driving myself down on him as he took me.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his face darkening.
He was close.
My hand at his abs curled in, my fingernails scoring flesh.
I was closer.
His cock rammed deep.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
“Nick,” I whispered then arched uncontrollably as my body shattered while Nick kept fucking me, doing it gripping my hips hard, yanking me to him, sighing deep, all while shooting inside me.
Simultaneous orgasm.
Beautiful.
If I was going to lose him, lose that moment, that was the perfect way for it to happen.
I was just coming down when I felt his warmth cover my torso and I realized he’d fallen into me, his face in the pillow at my side.
I put my hands to him, moving, stroking, memorizing, feeling my frame jerk lightly with the aftershocks, my lips parted, eyes closed, breath steadying.
“You’re fucking spending the night,” Nick growled into my neck.
My body had felt liquid.
At his words, it turned solid.
He lifted his head.
I opened my eyes. “We can’t—”
He cut me off. “We’re gonna figure it out.”
“There’s nothing to figure out.”
He looked over my head, muttering, “I’m not findin’ this part of you bein’ a fuckin’ nut cute.”
“Sebring,” I called quietly.
He looked back at me, a mixture of sex and irritation on his face.
I liked that look so much I felt my * convulse.
He felt it too.
“Christ,” he bit out, his hips bucking into mine.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
“Don’t apologize for milkin’ my cock,” he ordered.
I pressed my lips together and tried not to convulse again at his words.
“You came here tonight thinkin’ I needed you.”
I decided not to answer and not just because I’d made that clear earlier so he already knew the answer.
“All I did was kiss you and now I gotta take my shirt to a tailor to put new fuckin’ buttons on it,” he carried on.
I continued my silence, again not just because that did indeed happen and there was no point denying it.
“And now you finally get it that your body is mine, your cunt is mine, your ass is mine, your everything is mine and you can trust me to give you what you need because,” he dipped closer, “you can just fuckin’ trust me and you say in the fucked-up mess we’ve built we got nothin’ to figure out?”
“I—”
“Shut it,” he growled.
I snapped my mouth shut not because he told me to but because I was getting angry and I’d been taught not to speak when I was angry.
“You’re spending the night,” he repeated. “Now, have you eaten?”
Have I eaten?
Was he crazy?
I glared at him.
“Olivia, have you eaten?” he asked impatiently.
“We are not doing this,” I declared.
“We are,” he shot back. “And that discussion has been had. Now, tell me, have you fuckin’ eaten?”
“The discussion hasn’t been had considering I said one word during it before you rudely interrupted me.”
“Did you come here thinkin’ I needed you?”
“Did you text me to trick me into thinking you did?” I returned.
“No, I texted you because I wanted your ass here so I could ream it for givin’ me that fuckin’ amazing painting but writin’ that just fuckin’ fucked-up note, makin’ it clear you weren’t gonna search for your own happiness which meant I had to do somethin’ about that shit. Which, even if it pissed me off, was good since I was lookin’ for an excuse to do that and you gave me one. And then after I reamed your ass, I intended to tag it. That’s all done. And you don’t gotta bother answering. I know like you know I know that you came here thinkin’ I needed you. Which says it fuckin’ all.”
“Sebring—”
He got so close the tip of his nose brushed mine.
“Livvie, we’re gonna figure this out.”
Nick on top of me, his cock still inside me, I started trembling but for a different reason this time.
He felt it. I knew it when I saw the rage flash through his eyes before he buried it and forced his arms under me so he was holding me.
“You toe his line,” he whispered.
“Sebring—”
“He burned you. You toe his line. You don’t ever step over it. You did and you earned his lesson. So now you don’t ever step over that fuckin’ line. Am I right?”
Caught in his eyes, I let the blue close me in and it was just him again for me.
“He owns me.”
The flash of wrath shot through his gaze again before he slid out of me and rolled us to our sides, keeping me close in his arms.
“I own you,” he decreed.