But the truth was I wanted all of that. I craved it. I longed to shed all the pretenses of my life. Lose the heavy burden I carried that had sat like a noose around my neck from the moment I was born.

“Is that why your panties have a giant wet spot? You're creaming yourself imagining my cock ramming into your tight cunt.”

His filthy words were enough to make me come right then and there. But I didn’t want to crumble for him like I used to. I hated the war between my heart, mind, and treacherous vagina. “Please.”

His hard cock pressed against me, establishing the depth of his desire. “I like it when you beg, Princess. I still dream about the sexy way you’d plead until my tongue was on your juicy pussy. You still come like that, Devlynn? You still gush pussy juice?”

I fell back on his frame, hating how my body reacted to him. “I hate you.”

“I hate you too, Princess, but it doesn’t mean I won’t fuck you.” Elis flipped me, his dark eyes burning into mine. “Now, why don’t you get on your knees and open that pretty little mouth for me.”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s the idea, baby.”

My hand flew up, connecting with his face. I didn’t think about what I was doing. All I knew was that I wanted to hurt him the same way his words were slicing through me. I flung out my hands, attacking him any way I could.

Elis's joyless laugh echoed in the dark. He didn’t try to protect himself but let me go at him like a cornered cat. “Never thought I’d get hard from a chick hitting me.” Elis smirked as my nails clawed his skin. “I’ll tell you what, Princess. I’ll let you keep the same energy while I fuck you.”

He grabbed my arms and pinned me back. My body ached from the force of his as we crashed to the ground. He looked at me then, his eyes filled with so many emotions I couldn’t decipher.

“I fucking hate you,” I spat.

“Fuck me like you mean that. Fuck me like I’m the most disgusting thing you’ve ever seen.”

“I don’t want you.”

His fingers dip into my center, coaxing away the lie I’d uttered. A moan escaped my lips, and my body succumbed to a touch I knew better than my own. I didn’t know how Elis made my body sing, but here he was after five years, a master handling his instrument like a damn aficionado.

“Your body will never say no to me.”

I landed a punch on his face, moving him off me. I climbed on top of him, my hands on his shoulders, my face directly in front of his.