Chapter 0150


    My mouth is open to Kent’s as he kisses me, his tongue warm and desperate against my own. | feel a hard shudder pass


    through me as he pulls his mouth away, the hard stubble of his cheeks a contrast to the softness of his lips as he tears his mouth


    across my jaw, down my neck, every movement frantic, rash — none of it designed to seduce, all of it feeling as if he can’t not


    touch every inch of me with his mouth.


    Now. Immediately.


    “Fuck you, Fay,” he growls against my shoulder, the edges of his teeth pressing harsh against the soft and tender skin of my


    neck. “God damn it, fuck you.”


    | know he’s furious, angry at me for pushing him this far — for making him the one to break —


    But god damn it, | love it. A warm thrill is running through me, from my head to my toes. And despite what | know it will raise in


    him, how dangerous he can be, |ugh.


    | tilt my head back andugh, reckless, weing it.Content bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.


    Because it was all leading to this — contracts or not, since the moment heid eyes on me at the jail. It was alling to this, no


    matter how much he pretended. He was never in control.


    Kent rips his face up to mine, livid, at the sound of myugh, his eyes alight with violence, a snarl on his lips. But | can’t wipe the


    smug smile from my face.


    “Well, Kent?” | say, panting, my eyelids low with my want and my self-satisfied joy. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”


    And then, with a snarl, he rips me away from the wall and carries me out of the stall.


    | don’t know where he takes me, don’t really know how he navigates, because I’ve pulled his face back to mine and I’m kissing


    him recklessly now, my eyes pressed shut, my own tongue eagerly exploring the contours of his mouth. | press my hips harder


    against his stomach as he grips my ass in one hand, his other steadily spread across my back as | feel him navigate us up a


    tight set of curving stairs.


    When the light behind my eyes changes, from day-bright to a moody dark, | pull away from Kent, looking around. He’s still


    moving us briskly forward, the sound of wooden nks echoing under his feet.


    “A hay loft?!” | gasp, looking around in wonder. Then a ridiculousugh bursts from me. “Seriously, a hay loft? Is this some kind


    of tawdry romance novel —*


    “Shut up,” he growls, falling to his knees and bringing me with him.


    |ply, bringing my mouth back to his, slower and more deliberate this time as | find myself suddenly in Kent''sp, my legs still


    around his waist, in the cool, private dark of this secret space. Kent matches my mouth’s pace, kissing me deeply now, with less


    frenzy, but no less intent or force.


    | feel my breathing fast now as Kent smooths his hands over the contours of my body, tugging the edges of my shirt so that


    theye untucked from my tight riding pants. | lean back a little, allowing Kent to pull the shirt up over my head and cast it


    aside in the hay. As he does, | feel the heft of him hard beneath me, rubbing against my ass. Wanting me.


    | bite my lip suddenly, some of my bravado gone.


    Kent looks down at my mostly-naked torso and then back up at my face. His expression changes, then, from one of anger and


    raw need to...something moreplicated. | don’t know. | can’t read it.


    “Fay,” he says quietly, his voice rough as he brings a hand up to my face. “If you don’t —*


    “No,” | murmur, shaking my head and sitting up straighter, bringing my face close to his. “I want to, Kent,” | whisper, my words


    breath against his lips. | twist one hand behind my back and undo the sp of my bra, taking a moment to toss it on top of my


    shirt. | see Kent go still at the sight of me, his hands twitching against the desire to touch my bare flesh, against the restraint he’s


    practicing.


    “| want it,” | say again. “I just...can you show me how? Slowly?”


    Kent exhales a long breath then, but not one of exhaustion — of long-denied desire finally fulfilled. “Yes, Fay,” he says, his lips


    brushing mine, and then he seals his mouth against me. | moan into him as he brings one steady hand up to cup my breast, his


    thumb moving delicately over my nipple. | feel him shudder, then, his cock twitching beneath me.


    He shifts, using one hand pressed against my back to bnce me as he leans forward,ying me t out on my back against —


    | blink, looking to the side, surprised to see a nket there. | open my mouth to ask but Kent takes his hand from my breast to


    ce a finger softly against my cheek and turn my face back to him. Quickly, he shakes his head and kisses me again.


    His message is clear. Questionster. Now, we do this.


    Eagerly, | show him that | agree, kissing him hard and tugging his own shirt off of his body and adding it to the growing pile of


    clothes next to us.


    What grows between us, in these


    moments, is a steady intent. As Kent


    peels my tight pants from my le


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    eyes andltdde are serious. Mine are


    as well as | lift my hips, letting him


    slip my underwear over my bottom


    and then down over my knees and


    ankles. When |’m naked before him,


    he surveys me with cool but...almost


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    Like someone looking at a beautiful painting, or...something they’ve lost. Something they never thought they''d see ever again.


    I''m unnerved by it — it’s not something | understand.


    “Kent,” | whisper, not able to stand


    the intensity of that gaze. So | sit up,


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    really know what to say next. So | just


    stare at him, looking into his eyes,


    feeling...the magnitude of this thing,


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    He stares back at me, at my face, his breathinging quick now. “You’re the most beautiful thing I''ve ever seen, Fay,” he


    whispers to me. My mouth falls open at the raw honesty | hear in his voice.


    And I... can’t bear it.


    | close my eyes against his words, not wanting — or willing — to acknowledge the feelings they raise in me. And so | do the only


    thing | can think that will bring us back to fair ground, to the old ce | know that we’refortable.


    | slide the hand resting on his chest


    downward, brushing over the


    waistline of his pantswer, Git


    nsanidh bok in my hand.


    rembling a little, frightened at the


    new experience, | move my hand over


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    Kent shudders hard, his whole body giving one hard convulsion at my touch.


    “Kent,” | whisper, my eyes still closed. “Please. | want you now.”


    And then he leans forward, bringing his mouth back to mine as he begins to unbuckle his pants.