“Tell me you need me, baby,” I repeated, staring down at our connection, my cock glistening with her. I needed to hear her say the words. Over and over again.
“I—I need you,” she rasped.
“Again.”
“I need you!”
“Again!” I barked, something urgent and dangerous swimming up to the surface. I was too weak to fight it, and once it got a taste of the air I’d been denying it, I’d be destroyed.
She couldn’t speak, gasping for air as her pussy clamped down again. Her body pushed me out as she cried my name, squirting all over my jeans.
“Yeah,” I spat, suddenly angry. “Yeah, you fucking need me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she blubbered, sobbing into the sheets as I slid back inside. “Yes, I need you, Hayes.”
There was something in her voice, an earth-shattering confession.
She didn’t want to need me.
I didn’t want to need her.
And yet? Here we were, both trapped in the orbits of each other, addicted and dependent.
I hated it.
I loved it.
I hated it.
But I loved her.
There was no stopping it now. The damage was already done.
My hips went harder, faster. The entire bed was shaking, the headboard slamming against the wall.
The next words slipped off my tongue before I could conceal them with a lie, my chest heaving. My voice cracked as I thrust into her for a final time, my cum filling her as my head fell back. “Tell me you love me, Margo.”
My ears were ringing as I swam out of the sea of pleasure she’d sent me to get lost in. White spots dotted my vision; I was gasping for breath as I tried to come back to reality with her. My pulse skittered across my skin, goose bumps spreading down my arms, and when I opened my eyes, I found Margo’s.
My gut twisted at the look on her face. I hadn’t given anything to her; I was demanding her to give me more. I wasn’t strong enough to tell her the truth.
Fuck.
Fuck, goddamn fuck!
Slowly, I removed my hands from her, broke our connection, and stepped back. She immediately rolled over and curled her legs. Her hair was wild, her face flushed. “Hayes?” she whispered, her raw, sweet voice stabbing me in the chest.
Another voice chuckled in my ear, dark and dripping with a cold malice that she would never be able to warm. I bit down, grinding my teeth as I tucked my cock back into my pants, righting them. I tore my eyes from her, focusing on the ocean outside her window. “I’ll let you get ready,” I murmured, throat thick, ears still ringing. Somewhere in the back of my mind, the same explosion I’d been trying to forget filled the void of my panic with fire and smoke, the screams of my crew taking over.
“Wait—Hayes,” she started, reaching for me. Her fingers touched my arm, and I jerked it away. It took everything I had to ignore the look of pain etched across her face. I cleared my throat. “We need to leave in ten. You need to get dressed and I need to change.”
Then I was gone, shutting the door behind me, leaving her and my heart on the bed.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Margo
Can we talk about what happened back there?