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“We’re Catholic. We don’t believe in divorce—”
you fucked around under the assumption I would never leave?”
“He tells you there was no one else, but because his word is invalid, you don’t know if you can believe him. A man should treat a woman with the same respect he treats his boys. If anything, she should be his number one guy.”
“If you let me into your apartment, I’ll throw your
ass on the bed. I’ll choke you. I’ll spank you so hard my handprint will still be on your ass in the morning. You’ve been warned.”
“Let’s see if you’re a man of your word.”
He was built. He was ripped. He had the single sexiest physique I’d ever seen—and I’d slept with some hot guys. He was so tight that cords on his body popped everywhere.
He yanked off my shoes then got my jeans and thong off before he spread my cheeks with his hands and kissed my pussy, his nose in my ass, sucking with the same force as when he’d bit me, making my body twitch and writhe from the unexpected pleasure.
“I’ve got a lot more bullets in this gun.”
Then she said my name in the sexiest way, as a desperate sigh, the kind that made bumps appear on my arms and tightened my spine. “Bastien…”
“You’re too fucking beautiful for this bullshit. Because if you were mine—” He shut his mouth immediately but kept his eyes locked on mine, like he wished he could take back what he’d said, but it was too late. “You wouldn’t have to make this decision in the first place.”
“Get your pussy-ass down here, bitch.”
“Bastien, please make me come again.” She didn’t shy away from my commands—like she wanted to beg. Like she loved all this dirty talk. Like she wanted me to spank her until she couldn’t sit.
I felt like I’d been ripped to pieces
by a pack of dogs, my heart on one side of the street and the rest of my entrails on the other. Someone I’d promised to love forever had done this to me, had hurt me, had humiliated me, and then he’d had the nerve to look me in the eye—and lie all over again.
I was dead asleep when I felt it, a warm mouth around my dick.
She gave a cry when I shoved my full girth inside her, her screams muffled against the sheets because I continued to pin her neck down. I pounded into her like a whore from the brothel rather than a woman I actually cared for—and she seemed to like it.
“I don’t give a shit if you have a family or not,” he snapped. “You want to deal in my city, then you follow the rules. That fucking simple.” He put out the cigar then grabbed the drink instead.
“If you don’t want to offend me, then don’t judge me.”
He moved in a rush, like it was the first time he had me, the first time he got to bury himself inside me and release. He folded my knees against my waist then pushed inside with a satisfied sigh. “Fuck, I missed this pussy.” He grabbed one of my tits and squeezed hard as he started to thrust inside me, my ass over the edge, giving me his full length like he wanted it to hurt.
He grabbed on to my hips and tugged me hard against him, giving me all his length as he came, as he released deep inside me and made one of his biggest deposits. He gave the sexiest moan when he finished, his eyes locked on me possessively. “Turn over.”
have stuff back at the house, but if I try to get it before the divorce, Adrien will be vindictive and stop me because he’ll know I’ll be using the stuff with you. And the last thing I want is for you to buy me anything—”
“I’m your man. I’ll buy you whatever the fuck I want.”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Bastien said.
“Pussies have girlfriends. Men have women—and she’s my woman.”
This was the only woman who made my dick twitch like a fucking slingshot.
She already boosted my ego enough, but saying my name was the cherry on the sundae.
Pussy had all been the same to me, tight and wet and the perfect hole for my hard dick,
but her pussy was a fucking rose garden in Versailles.
“I understand you’re coming out of a long-term relationship that ended in a dumpster fire. I understand you haven’t had time to heal everything he’s broken. But I’m not asking you to marry me or move in with me or do anything you don’t want to do. But I won’t be disrespected either. You’re either in this with me, or I’m gone.”
“I’m your man—and you’re my fucking woman. Period. Do you understand me?”
“And then I’ll be crushed again, crushed more than I am right now. It’s just easy to keep things casual, to make sure that I have no expectations, that I don’t trust you, so you can’t hurt me the way he crushed me.”
“If I walked away right now and took someone else home, would it hurt you?”
