Page 95 of His Greatest Muse

I know. Her pussy quivers around my shaft, tightening up like she’s trying to keep me buried deep. My balls pinch, drawing tight when she breaks.

She’s an angel when she comes. A goddess.

I’ve never seen something as beautiful as her expression when she reaches nirvana. I could come from the bliss in her eyes alone. The freedom in her parted lips and the disbelief in the fall of her head when it grows too heavy to hold up. I want to give her this every day. Want to be the one to help her feel this way over and over again. Iwillbe that one.

I paint her inner walls with rope after rope of cum a beat later, thrusting hard and fast, filling the bathroom with the sound of slapping flesh. It’s loud, but what little care I had about everyone else doesn’t exist right now. She holds me deep as I finish, and when I sweep her hair from her neck to kiss the sweat-slicked skin, she shivers.

Blinking, I meet her eyes in the mirror. She’s smiling softly, sleepily. “There he is.”

“I didn’t go anywhere.”

“Not physically. But your eyes were haunted. They have been all day. I just never had the chance to get you alone.”

“I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head, and I pull out, careful not to be too rough. I’ve learned several things about sex since our first night together. She’s sensitive after we’re finished, and I have to be gentle, careful. It’s a big change from how we are when I’m fucking her. It can be hard then, but it has to be soft after. I have to take care of her and make her feel comfortable and safe. It makes me feel important to tend to her like that. To know nobody else has before.

I reach for the roll of toilet paper and rip off a bunch before reaching between her legs and carefully dabbing at the cum that trickles from her swollen skin. Her stare prickles the side of my face, but I focus on cleaning her. When I’m done, I toss the toilet paper and help tug her pants up her legs. The elastic band snaps on her hips, and she giggles.

“Thank you.”

I fix my pants and then kiss her, slipping my tongue inside her mouth when she parts her lips in surprise. Should have kissed her before. Fucking love kissing her. Could do it until I die.

“Kiss me in bed, Mr. Dark and Twisty,” she mumbles against my lips. “Our bed.”

In a flash, I reach down and hook her legs around my hips before carrying her out of the bathroom and doing just that.

Love.

I’ve never understood it. Thought the term worthless. I still do, but maybe . . . maybe it means more than I thought it could.

36

TINSLEY

I swipethe drying blood from my nose and sniff despite the pain that follows. My winning streak came to an end tonight. It was bound to happen, but fuck me, it stings. The chip in my confidence is nothing in comparison to the ringing in my ears and throb behind my eyes, but it still sucks.

It wasn’t a close fight. I got my ass handed to me, and Hunter made sure I knew every single one of my missteps the moment we got to the locker room. His failure speech wasn’t needed. I already knew where I went wrong out there.

My attention wasn’t on the fight long before I stepped into the ring. It was fixated on the text message I received the moment I got to the gym this morning. For the first time since I started boxing, I took one look at my screen and lost my perfect balance, falling face first on the tile floor. My knees still ache from taking the brunt of the impact, and the bruises that began to discolour my skin soon after are only a reminder of him.

The message was sent from an unknown number but held a very friendly tone. Like in my stalker’s mind, we’ve been friends for years. My throat clogs as I stare at the metal tub filled to the rim with ice. It was Hunter’s parting gift.

Unknown: I’m so proud of you, Tiny. I’ll be watching tonight.

Anger rolls through me as the message flashes in my mind. I blocked the number instantly, but I’d been able to try and push the thoughts of him behind everything else these past few weeks, and I was successful for the most part. But I’m unable to do that now. I’ve been in a constant state of distress since I received his text—despite the fact I immediately blocked the number after—and it cost me my win. And my pride. The aches and pains in my body are an added punishment. From the way I was pummelled during the last round, it’s a miracle I could even get up on my own afterward.

The cut in my bottom lip stings as I lick the dryness away. “Fuck,” I hiss.

It’s easier to strip out of my shorts than it is my tank top. I pull the hem to just below the band of my sports bra before stopping, the pain in my abdomen too much to lift my arms any higher. I twisted my shoulder, but it wasn’t dislocated when Hunter looked me over. Sure feels like it, though.

“Tinsley.” Noah’s gruff voice comes from behind me. I chew on the inside of my cheek and don’t turn around. The door clicks, and then he’s walking toward me. “You should have waited for me to help with this.”

“I didn’t think I would need help.”

“You fell on your shoulder. It took all your weight.”

“Thank you for the reminder,” I snap. My stomach pinches as regret follows the rudely spoken words. “Sorry.”