“Fuck, you taste good.” I can’t get enough of her taste, her smell. I grab her hips, holding her still. “Talk to me, Raven. Tell me how much you fucking hate me.”

When her head rolls to the side and she looks down at me, time stops—so does the world, the room, and everything but us. Her chest is heaving, and I smile, leaning forward to lick her wet, swollen clit back and forth.

“Just make me come,” she moans. Her hands, which were digging into the wall, grab my hair. She jerks my head closer, her breathing harsh.

“Say it,” I demand, my mouth hovering over her wet cunt. I’m fighting the urge to pull my aching cock out and fucking impale her with it—but this is for her.

“I hate you,” she screams, arching her head back.

“That’s my girl. Now, come.” And she does. Grabbing my hair with one hand, she digs her nails into my neck with the other and screams my name, her pussy convulsing in my mouth.

I lick my lips and inhale her scent, gently moving the bottom of her bikini back into place as I give her pussy another kiss and stand.

“Open your eyes,” I grunt, grasping her chin.

She shakes her head no, but slowly opens her eyes to look at me. She can lie with her mouth, her tongue forming any words she wants, but her eyes tell me everything.

I own her and always will. She’s fucking mine.

“I want you to listen carefully,” I say.

She blinks and takes a deep, shaky breath.

“I’m not going away. I’m staying here for as long as this takes.”

“You’re wasting your time.” She goes to pull away, but I continue gripping her chin, forcing her head back.

“I’m a fucking asshole, and I have done some questionable things, but this… you. The way it is with us, that’s something we can never break free from. Believe me, my love, I’ve tried.”

“Jett, I get that you think because you are you, everyone will just cave. But you hurt me, and I loved you. So what did you think was going to happen?” She jerks her chin away. “Did you think because you can make me come, I’ll forgive you?” Her eyes fill with tears, but she holds her head high and shoulders back.

“I deserve more, and you may be right. I might never be able to shake you, but I also won’t live in fear that you’ll tire of me, or cheat on me, or fucking share me.” She pushes against my chest.

I grab her and hold both her wrists. “I love you, I’m not going to share you. What the fuck, Raven?” My head pounds.

“Why are you doing this?” she yells. “Just why?”