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More.

Chase’s hand moves to my breast, and he pinches my nipple hard. I gasp and arch into the touch, not once stilling my hand on his cock.

No wonder he doesn’t believe me. I barely believe myself.

“Hook your thigh over my hip,” Chase orders. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to think of anything but me.”

I already can’t think of anything but you.

The words are on the tip of my tongue, and I can barely keep them back. The horrible truth of them all, the grim reality, is all more than I can stand.

I obey him without a word, wrapping my leg around him to give him better access to me. I’m shaking my head no, but even then, I can’t stop my body from seeking out what it so desperately wants.

Chase grips my thighs and lifts me up higher, so I’m suspended between him and the shower wall. Every movement has my back flaring up again, but I don’t care.

I cling to him as he thrusts into me, groaning at the stretch and feeling of fullness and above all, the intensity of all these sensations.

I keep biting my lip, keep tasting blood, trying not to encourage him or goad him on. I can’t help it, though; my body speaks for me as I ride out the pleasure in anticipation of falling over the precipice.

He’s going to bring me there and shove me off the edge, obliterating all chances I have of continuing to fight him. I don’t know when he managed to get inside my head like this, but I can’t get him out.

No, he’s thoroughly inside of me, mind and body.

Chase is like a machine, unrelenting and steady as he brutally fucks me, but I realize the sounds of his harsh breathing and groans aren’t the only ones in the shower. My own moans are audible above the sound of the pounding water.

I can’t hold it back.

I come with a spasm, thrusting my back against the wall and filling my vision with white as pain and pleasure coalesce. He’s coming, too, I dimly realize as he gets more erratic in his motions.

More… vicious.

The bad pun should make this less intense, somehow, but the fact that he lives up to his name so thoroughly just leaves me breathless and panting in some strange sensation.

When his motions finally come to a stop, Chase buries his face against my neck, biting the same spot he had before.

I suddenly remember what he’d said last time: Wo ai ni.

I brace myself for the same words, but Chase only sucks on the bite on his lip for a few quiet moments before lowering my legs back to the shower floor.

We stare at each other, and I don’t know what to make of the expression in his eyes.

“Looks like you really need me to wash you now,” Chase finally says, the humor forced.

“I—” I swallow hard. “Yeah.” I can’t even argue. I can’t even fight as he grabs the fallen loofah and soaps it up again. I just let him bathe me with a touch both firm and tender all at once, and there’s nothing else to say.

CHAPTER 18

May

I feel strange all day. The pain in my back has faded, but I keep moving my shoulders in the hopes of feeling it again. The memory of the shower sex has me hot and disgusted all at once.

I can’t believe I went along with it.

I can’t believe I initiated it.

By the time Chase gets home, I’m ready to crawl out of my own skin. I refuse to show any vulnerability though, so I pretend it’s been a normal day.

I stretch out on the sofa just as Chase comes down the stairs carrying a tray of food, pausing the show I’d been watching.