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“Do it, Pretty Boy,” I told him. “Show me what you can do.”

The first thrust split me in two. Fuck, it hurt. It hurt so much I nearly started crying as he sheathed himself fully in me. The pressure of his size and the hard push to seat himself shoved all the air out of my lungs. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I opened my mouth, even though no sound came out.

“Goddammit, Mayhem,” he said in a raw voice, and I lifted watery eyes to gaze at his wavering face as he cupped my cheek with a hand turned so gentle, it encouraged the tears to spill out. “You should have told me.” Then his mouth was on mine as he kept himself perfectly still.

The weight was incredible and too much. The teasing strokes of his tongue distracted me as he shifted, lifting away just a little before pushing back in. The pain splintered me, the discomfort easing a little faster this time as he kept kissing me. His hands were on my breasts, massaging and teasing, with no painful pinches.

Melting into a puddle, I wasn’t quite ready for him to move, but he began to rock his hips and the pain flashed, then vanished faster with each thrust. I was stretched out so much, I didn’t think it was possible to survive being impaled on him.

Nonetheless, he never stopped kissing me. He licked and nipped away my tears before taking my lips again, then he rolled onto his back and I sank down lower on him. The grind teased my clit and the first bolt of pleasure joined the pain.

Clenching my ass, I tried to move with him and then he guided his hands to my hips and pulled his head back. “Sit up, Mayhem…that’s it, sit up and ride me. It’ll be easier for you this way.”

The hot and husky tone sent another pang of longing through me. As much as I wanted more kisses, the tease of pleasure had me chasing that, and I obeyed, sitting up so I could rock with him. He guided my hips at first, controlling the speed and the angle.

At my first gasp, when my clit got caught on a certain grind, he began to repeat that and then tears and light sparked as he dragged me down harder. The force made my breasts bounce and I tilted my head back as he pushed another cry out of me.

The pleasure overtook the pain and I writhed with him as he held me still, then pistoned into me from below. Every deep strike set off another firestorm of pleasure. Too much.

“Too much,” I repeated, almost sobbing.

“You can take it,” he told me, a grunt between each word as he increased his speed. “You can take me, Mayhem. Just let go…”

He might have said something else, but he slid two fingers against my clit and squeezed. My vision tunneled as pleasure pounded through me and then I was on my back, riding that dazed flow as he powered into me from above.

I clasped his shoulders as he pushed my legs up. Every thrust just dragged more sparks over my vision and then he let out a grunt as he shuddered.

Eventually, he collapsed against me, his face buried against my throat as we both panted for air. Sweat soaked us, but it was more than that…I ached from my head to my toes.

It hurt way more than I expected and felt better than I could have imagined.

Eventually, he lifted his head and stared down at me. Then without a word, he pulled out and off as he stood. I didn’t know what to say as we gazed at each other. Then he saved me the worry by turning and walking away.

I slumped back on the bed and let out another shaky breath.

No regrets, I told myself. No matter what happened next.

No regrets.

ChapterTen

MILO

After disposing of the condom, I splashed water on my face, then began soaking a washcloth. Blowing out a breath, I shoved the self-loathing back in the box. All night, the idea of sinking into her had been right there. It had been a wild burn in my system… the sweet torture of having her in my lap had been a tantalizing promise to myself.

Then some asshole wanted to add her to the pot like she was a trophy. What does she do as soon as we’re back here? Demand to know why I didn’t do it. Why didn’t I treat her like a trophy?

Anger sizzled in my system. Mayhem… living up to her name, and fuck if she didn’t look and feel every bit as fantastic as I imagined. Over the last few days, I’d imagined quite a bit.

Squeezing out the excess from the washcloth, I turned off the water and returned to the bedroom. I paused in the doorway as the object of my frustration and desire shifted uncomfortably on the bed. Her movements told me everything I needed to know about how tender she was.

I had not been gentle. Not until it was too late and she was already hurting.

“You should have told me,” I said as I left the bathroom and stalked over to the bed. My dick gave a twitch at the sight of her turning on the bed toward me. As unabashed about her nudity right now as she had been the day she ripped off her towel, she lifted her gaze to meet mine.

“You wouldn’t have touched me.” The soft words damn near made me miss a step.

“Ease back,” I told her, trying not to yell at her. She just had me—fuck, she had me—in that gorgeous pussy. She deserved a hell of a lot more than me spanking that ass of hers for not putting herself first. Stroking my hand up inside her leg, I didn’t miss her trembling.