as mindless with pleasure as he was. Removing the bra, he massaged her breasts, tweaking and pinching them the way he knew she liked, watching closely as her face flushed scarlet.
Her eyes fluttered. If he wanted, he could withhold her pleasure until he had her begging. He could just imagine her writhing beneath him, her hips lifting up to his in hot need, but he wanted it too much to stop himself.
He needed this. He needed her.
He quickly removed his trousers and boxers and then pulled down her panties underneath her skirt. Not bothering to remove her skirt, he pushed inside of her and groaned as her wet slick pussy welcomed him.
She gasped and he looked into her eyes and in them saw desire? Fear? He wasn’t sure, but he hoped it was fear.
He wouldn’t let her play him anymore, he decided angrily as he moved faster in and out of her. He lost himself in the delicious sensations as her pussy walls hugged him tightly, milking him for everything he had. Moaning, she wrapped her legs around him, digging him further into that wonderful abyss that he could only find with her.
Her nails dug into his back as she came, screaming.
His head lighted as her pussy spasmed around him.
It was exquisite. He would never feel this way with anyone else, he knew instinctively before his earth shattered and he came, screaming her name into the night.
When he plopped down on the bed, he wondered how he would ever get tired of this. Of her.
***
When Rebecca felt that it was safe, she opened her eyes.
Landen slept by her, his arm slung around her. Careful not to wake him, she got out of bed slowly.
She didn’t know what was wrong with her.
He’d accused her of pretending to be a gold digger and then kissed her. And by some act of madness, she’d given into her body’s desires and had slept with him.
All coherent thought flew from her head the moment he kissed her.
Her chest tightened. He thought she was playing some kind of game with him, perhaps the same way other woman had played with him before. And though her heart went out to him at what he must’ve gone through, she was sickened that he could put her in the same category as those other women.
But she’d been too weak to stop him. His kisses were like a drug that she just couldn’t get enough of.
But now, looking back, she knew that by sleeping with him after his horrible accusations, she was only playing into the gold digger act he thought she was doing and she had no one to blame but herself. She had dug her own grave.
Her chest tightened as she looked at him. She had thought that they had had something special, but she had just been fooling herself this whole time and had only been seeing what she had wanted to see. Again.
She gathered her clothes and put them on silently.
She took one last look at Landen and silently said goodbye to all her dreams of any future with him and left the apartment.
Chapter Eleven
Rebecca glanced down at her ringing phone.
Her heart leapt when she recognized Landen’s number on the screen and she cursed herself. She shouldn’t be happy about his persistence in calling and emailing her.
It meant that she still had feelings for him, which she didn’t. No one could have feelings for a bastard like Landen. He was arrogant, pushy, an ass. Knowing that she was lying to herself, she sighed.
Because even with all those bad traits of his, she still wanted him. She still loved him.
She loved him, she realized bleakly. She would've never slept with him if she hadn't. Just because he’d treated her badly didn’t mean that she could turn off all her feelings for him in an instant. They were still there and would be for some time.
And even though he was calling now, she knew better than to think that he wanted to apologize. He had done the same after the first time they had slept together and look where it had gotten her. He'd accused her of being his grandfather's mistress and she’d wanted him so much that she had forgiven
Her eyes fluttered. If he wanted, he could withhold her pleasure until he had her begging. He could just imagine her writhing beneath him, her hips lifting up to his in hot need, but he wanted it too much to stop himself.
He needed this. He needed her.
He quickly removed his trousers and boxers and then pulled down her panties underneath her skirt. Not bothering to remove her skirt, he pushed inside of her and groaned as her wet slick pussy welcomed him.
She gasped and he looked into her eyes and in them saw desire? Fear? He wasn’t sure, but he hoped it was fear.
He wouldn’t let her play him anymore, he decided angrily as he moved faster in and out of her. He lost himself in the delicious sensations as her pussy walls hugged him tightly, milking him for everything he had. Moaning, she wrapped her legs around him, digging him further into that wonderful abyss that he could only find with her.
Her nails dug into his back as she came, screaming.
His head lighted as her pussy spasmed around him.
It was exquisite. He would never feel this way with anyone else, he knew instinctively before his earth shattered and he came, screaming her name into the night.
When he plopped down on the bed, he wondered how he would ever get tired of this. Of her.
***
When Rebecca felt that it was safe, she opened her eyes.
Landen slept by her, his arm slung around her. Careful not to wake him, she got out of bed slowly.
She didn’t know what was wrong with her.
He’d accused her of pretending to be a gold digger and then kissed her. And by some act of madness, she’d given into her body’s desires and had slept with him.
All coherent thought flew from her head the moment he kissed her.
Her chest tightened. He thought she was playing some kind of game with him, perhaps the same way other woman had played with him before. And though her heart went out to him at what he must’ve gone through, she was sickened that he could put her in the same category as those other women.
But she’d been too weak to stop him. His kisses were like a drug that she just couldn’t get enough of.
But now, looking back, she knew that by sleeping with him after his horrible accusations, she was only playing into the gold digger act he thought she was doing and she had no one to blame but herself. She had dug her own grave.
Her chest tightened as she looked at him. She had thought that they had had something special, but she had just been fooling herself this whole time and had only been seeing what she had wanted to see. Again.
She gathered her clothes and put them on silently.
She took one last look at Landen and silently said goodbye to all her dreams of any future with him and left the apartment.
Chapter Eleven
Rebecca glanced down at her ringing phone.
Her heart leapt when she recognized Landen’s number on the screen and she cursed herself. She shouldn’t be happy about his persistence in calling and emailing her.
It meant that she still had feelings for him, which she didn’t. No one could have feelings for a bastard like Landen. He was arrogant, pushy, an ass. Knowing that she was lying to herself, she sighed.
Because even with all those bad traits of his, she still wanted him. She still loved him.
She loved him, she realized bleakly. She would've never slept with him if she hadn't. Just because he’d treated her badly didn’t mean that she could turn off all her feelings for him in an instant. They were still there and would be for some time.
And even though he was calling now, she knew better than to think that he wanted to apologize. He had done the same after the first time they had slept together and look where it had gotten her. He'd accused her of being his grandfather's mistress and she’d wanted him so much that she had forgiven
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