Curving his arm underneath my ass, he pulled me close to him, and slammed his mouth down onto mine.
One deep, long, wet kiss that showed both of our frustration over the situation.
His anger paired with my annoyance was enough to shoot that kiss to the next level.
I’d never, not ever, had angry sex before, but the second Truth shoved his hand up under my dress (yes, I’d planned this out incredibly well) and ripped my panties free from my body, I knew I was about to experience what angry sex was all about.
And I was right.
It was better than anything I’d ever experienced before in my life.
Emotions were heightened, making everything more forceful, more powerful, full of more feelings, just more everything.
His hand under my dress immediately honed in on where I was wet for him, and he teased my clit once before circling his large finger around my entrance.
“You should leave,” he grated out.
I grabbed a hold of his beard roughly and pulled his mouth back down to mine.
Tomorrow I would have a beard burn.
Tomorrow I’d be sore.
Tomorrow I would deal with that, but right now I just didn’t give a damn.
Truth was mine, and I was his, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
I wasn’t letting anybody, not even him, come in between us.
And as his fingers roughly entered me, I gasped into his mouth.
His head then dropped down and his teeth clenched the top of my dress and I heard a slight tearing sound. I didn’t even care.
His mouth encircled my bare breasts (yes, I told you I planned well—no bra equaled easier access), and my mind was on only one thing.
Getting him inside of me. Something in which he gave me seconds later.
Still holding me, he moved us to the wall, pinning me to it with his big body, as he roughly ripped his sweatpants down and pulled out his big, fat cock, slamming it inside of me.
If I wasn’t already soaking for him, he would’ve hurt me.
But I was ready and had been since I’d walked in the door, despite his terrible words.
One second I was yearning for him, and the next I was so full of him that I could barely breathe.
He didn’t wait for me to catch my breath, either. One second he was seated fully inside of me, filling me to the brim, and the next he was fucking me.
Angrily. Aggressively.
My head slammed back against the wall, and I gasped as he fucked into me almost brutally. Hard, deep, unrelenting thrusts that bottomed out inside of me with each stroke letting me know that I would be tender tomorrow.
I didn’t care.
Not one single bit.
Because that twinge of pain amped this up to the most pleasure I’d ever felt in my life.
His pubic bone was rasping over my clit with each thrust, and his hands on my hips, holding me in place, gripping just tightly enough to cause a little bit of discomfort, had me on the verge of coming unglued.
And just when I was seconds from coming, he pulled out of me so abruptly that I cried out.
“No!” I exclaimed.
But he wasn’t done.
He carried me to his bed where he tossed me down unceremoniously.
I hit the bed, then gasped as he took me by my hips, flipped me to my knees, pulled me up high, and filled me again so fast that I tried to get away from the overwhelming sensations I was feeling.
He wouldn’t let me, though.
He held my hips still, and continued to fill me over and over again. Roughly. Urgently.
Then his thumb brushed over my back entrance. Once, twice, three times before pressing inside.
I came before I even realized I was close again.
An explosion of light, the sound of my heart beating rapidly in my ears, coupled with all of the other things I was feeling collided and detonated inside me, taking me out in the most incredible, otherworldly orgasm of my life.
My knees went out from under me, and Truth followed me down, hips bucking as his big body shuddered.
I felt the rasp of his beard and the heaving of his chest against my back as I slowly came back to reality.
I was wondering if I was actually dead. If I wasn’t, I knew for sure that I wouldn’t be able to move for a few long seconds, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to anyway.
Truth’s body still blanketed mine, and it was heavy.
Really heavy.
But I liked it and I wanted to stay like this forever.
Or at least I had until Truth opened his mouth and ruined it all.
“It’s time for you to go,” he said, rolling over onto his back, not even bothering to warn me that he was pulling out of me so I could catch the lovely deposit he’d made in my vagina.
The man was a goddamned beast. It would be no surprise to learn that his swimmers were just as virile as he was.
“No.”
“Yes,” he said. “You’re a good lay, Verity. You’re a nice woman. But you need to leave. There’s nothing here for us. Nothing that I even want. I only kept Destiny because she was a convenient fuck, but ultimately she left me the fuck alone and let me do what I wanted to do…you, well you’re not like that. You’ll bug the fuck out of me until I go crazy, and I just don’t want that in a relationship. Because eventually, I’d just come to resent you for it. Besides, I’m not sure you’re what I want in my life. Sorry.”
I knew he was going to say words that were going to hurt me, but what I didn’t expect was that he was going to say damn near the same ones that Kenneth had said to me. Something that I’d never told him about, so he didn’t know how much they’d hurt me.
Maybe I was a nagger. Maybe I had a way of annoying men that turned them off.
Was it so bad that I cared about them? That I wanted what was best for them?
No. At least I didn’t think so.
But maybe he was right. Maybe what we had wouldn’t be the best thing for him. Or for me.
Shit. That’s when I got pissed and used anger to cover up my pain.
“Funny thing, Ernest,” I sneered. “You’re much more like your cousin, Kenneth, than you know. Seems he had the same damn opinion of me.” I said as I got out of bed.
I picked up the dress, which was slightly ruined but it would be okay enough to get me home, and slipped it on over my head.
Truth didn’t even watch me.
His eyes were closed as he seemingly fell asleep, satisfied and sated.
At least that made one of us, I thought morosely.
Chapter 13
You're rubber, I’m glue. Eat shit and fuck you.
-Verity’s very adult thoughts
Verity
I quit working at the pub.
I just didn’t show up.
I hoped that all the work I’d put in didn’t totally implode, but I suppose that wasn’t my problem anymore.
At least it hadn’t been until I opened the folder in a moment of weakness.
I’d had the folder since the night that I’d spent with Truth in Vegas.
I didn’t know why I kept it. It was only some of the hotel information that I’d hastily grabbed as we’d left that day.
But it’d held sentimental value…or at least it had until now.
The first piece of paper I pulled out was a hotel receipt for room service.
The second was a receipt for flowers.
My brows furrowed.