fucked good and hard one last time."
A soft sob left her as her fingers dug into him. He pushed harder, his body slapping against hers furiously as he worked them both into a sweaty mess. She released him, reaching up and taking a hold of the sheets above her as a guttural sound ripped from her chest.
Jon moved from his position to take hold of her pretty face with one hand. "Watch me come. Remember this passion when things get hard."
"Will you remember?" she mumbled as she slid her hands over his shirt and clasped them around his neck, her hips rocking so fast he could feel himself getting lost in her rhythm.
"Forever, Kate. Forever." He watched her as warmth spread from his cock all the way up his stomach and chest, his orgasm the hardest he had ever experienced. He took full advantage of her and milked himself with her tight little body, some part of him wanting so badly to leave her with a gift planted deep inside of her.
Something that would connect them... forever.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Kate
He didn't say a word after he came. A soft kiss on her lips and he stood and tucked himself back into his pants and walked out. Kate turned onto her side and let out a silent scream, her need to take back everything almost overwhelming her sense of reason. She could have done this before he showed up once more. Now she wasn't so sure, but did she really have any choice in the matter? Life would be lived without him. It's just the way things had worked out.
Playing house with Victor in front of Jon earlier changed her outlook on life. She was a cold-hearted bitch, but she had no choice, had she?
All she wanted was one more time in his arms and the universe had granted that. Why did it feel like their love making was the last drop of humanity she would be granted?
Jon's words rolled over her from the first night they made love.
"Let me in... I will never hurt you."
He had done so much more than hurt her, but it wasn't really his fault. She had to walk away from him and make sure it stuck. She cared too much about him to allow him to live the life she and Marcus would be forced into. They were used to it and would survive. Jon wouldn't. He was strong enough too, but the darkness of it would chip away at him until there was nothing left.
Jon was gone for good. Victor could have her body and Marcus her friendship. Her heart would once again be put into the small black box she imagined to reside in the center of her chest. No one would ever break her again - she wouldn’t allow it. Love was the epitome of the weak and it never seemed to work out for people like her. Time to mourn the death of something great and move on. Time to let go.
Turning, she pressed her face into the mattress and cried until she had nothing left. It didn't take long and she was out, the peace of not having to feel anything for a while far more than she could ask for.
Kate woke again a few hours later, the buzzing of her phone pulling her from a horrible dream. In it she belonged to Victor, and she was in love with him completely. She shivered at the thought and pulled the phone from her nightstand before realizing that she was still half-naked and covered in the remnants of her sex with Jon.
It was Marcus.
"Hey," she mumbled into the phone as she got up and kicked off what remained of her favorite panties. A shower was the first order of business.
"Turn on the TV, Kate."
"I'd rather not. I was still asleep."
"Do it now, baby."
Marcus rarely demanded anything of her. She let out a soft sigh and walked to her small television, setting down the phone long enough to pull off her tank top and picking up the remote. She picked up the phone and held it between her shoulder and ear. "What channel?"
"Two. I'm getting off the phone and parking. I'll be up shortly."
"I'll meet you in the club in a minute. I need a shower first."
"All right. Watch the fucking broadcast first."
"Fine." She hung up and set the phone down, flipping the
A soft sob left her as her fingers dug into him. He pushed harder, his body slapping against hers furiously as he worked them both into a sweaty mess. She released him, reaching up and taking a hold of the sheets above her as a guttural sound ripped from her chest.
Jon moved from his position to take hold of her pretty face with one hand. "Watch me come. Remember this passion when things get hard."
"Will you remember?" she mumbled as she slid her hands over his shirt and clasped them around his neck, her hips rocking so fast he could feel himself getting lost in her rhythm.
"Forever, Kate. Forever." He watched her as warmth spread from his cock all the way up his stomach and chest, his orgasm the hardest he had ever experienced. He took full advantage of her and milked himself with her tight little body, some part of him wanting so badly to leave her with a gift planted deep inside of her.
Something that would connect them... forever.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Kate
He didn't say a word after he came. A soft kiss on her lips and he stood and tucked himself back into his pants and walked out. Kate turned onto her side and let out a silent scream, her need to take back everything almost overwhelming her sense of reason. She could have done this before he showed up once more. Now she wasn't so sure, but did she really have any choice in the matter? Life would be lived without him. It's just the way things had worked out.
Playing house with Victor in front of Jon earlier changed her outlook on life. She was a cold-hearted bitch, but she had no choice, had she?
All she wanted was one more time in his arms and the universe had granted that. Why did it feel like their love making was the last drop of humanity she would be granted?
Jon's words rolled over her from the first night they made love.
"Let me in... I will never hurt you."
He had done so much more than hurt her, but it wasn't really his fault. She had to walk away from him and make sure it stuck. She cared too much about him to allow him to live the life she and Marcus would be forced into. They were used to it and would survive. Jon wouldn't. He was strong enough too, but the darkness of it would chip away at him until there was nothing left.
Jon was gone for good. Victor could have her body and Marcus her friendship. Her heart would once again be put into the small black box she imagined to reside in the center of her chest. No one would ever break her again - she wouldn’t allow it. Love was the epitome of the weak and it never seemed to work out for people like her. Time to mourn the death of something great and move on. Time to let go.
Turning, she pressed her face into the mattress and cried until she had nothing left. It didn't take long and she was out, the peace of not having to feel anything for a while far more than she could ask for.
Kate woke again a few hours later, the buzzing of her phone pulling her from a horrible dream. In it she belonged to Victor, and she was in love with him completely. She shivered at the thought and pulled the phone from her nightstand before realizing that she was still half-naked and covered in the remnants of her sex with Jon.
It was Marcus.
"Hey," she mumbled into the phone as she got up and kicked off what remained of her favorite panties. A shower was the first order of business.
"Turn on the TV, Kate."
"I'd rather not. I was still asleep."
"Do it now, baby."
Marcus rarely demanded anything of her. She let out a soft sigh and walked to her small television, setting down the phone long enough to pull off her tank top and picking up the remote. She picked up the phone and held it between her shoulder and ear. "What channel?"
"Two. I'm getting off the phone and parking. I'll be up shortly."
"I'll meet you in the club in a minute. I need a shower first."
"All right. Watch the fucking broadcast first."
"Fine." She hung up and set the phone down, flipping the
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