Trapped in his End Game (Series)

And then he leaves me. I’m still standing on the edge. I just need one small push, but he kisses my thigh before he leans forward. I grab his head, heart pounding, and taste myself as his lips crash against mine. He’s ripping at my clothes, but I don’t want to separate from him. From the moment we met, it was always crazy, hot passion. I can’t leave him any more than he can leave me.

My shirt flies over my head and he tears my bra strap in his haste to remove it. Then his arms wrap around me and under my legs, lifting me like I weigh nothing. Every time he does, I’m always awed by his strength. In his arms, I feel small. Protected.

He smiles down at me, the cocky smirk on his face as he takes me to his bedroom. He places me on the bed and stands in front of me, ripping off his clothes as darkness floats on the surface of his face. In a few seconds, he’s as naked as I am, climbing over me. He flips me on my stomach and spreads my legs. He sits on my legs, pinning me there until finally he moves over my back, planting hot kisses in the center as he parts my legs.

The comforter swallows my gasp as he pushes roughly inside me. I cry out as he fills me, my body stretching to accommodate him. I can hear my wetness around him, and he lets out a satisfied growl.

“Goddamn, you’re wet. You really like it this way, don’t you?”

I bite my lip to keep from crying out as he thrusts hard, but then he pounds again when I open my mouth to breathe and a small moan escapes.

“Yes.”

His weight presses over my back as he wraps an arm around my abdomen and pulls me against him, so that he fills me more deeply.

“I knew it the moment I met you that you wanted me. I saw it in your eyes, how they were all over me at those games. You wanted my fat cock pounding your pussy, and I wanted it too, baby. I just wasn’t prepared for how good it would be, how much I’d want you.”

Hearing those words growled into my neck deepens the pleasure. I feel sparks tingling all over my skin. He thrusts so hard that I feel it stabbing my stomach. The hand flattened over my stomach presses hard, making everything tighter.

“Fuck, I know I should let you go for your own sake, but I can’t bear thinking of you with some other schmuck.”

It’s like he’s pounding everything into me. The pleasure rises inside me, so strong that everything drops away. All of my insecurities, fears, and worries are gone. I’m moaning his name, begging him to go faster, but he doesn’t. Vince goes at his own pace, his mouth all over my neck as he digs into me. He nails me over and over, breathing so hard I think he might collapse. Finally, he pulls out and strokes himself, coming as his hand dips lower to rub my clit. I collapse like a house of cards, folding in on myself as my orgasm crashes against me.

Vince groans as he lies beside me, his chest heaving. I lie across him and kiss his mouth, the stubbles on his chin, his jaw. I’m filled with relief when his eyes slide over to mine and his lip twitches. He’s mercurial-unpredictable, but I love it.

I love him.

The enormity of that crashes into me, leaves me trembling in his arms. Part of me wants to dismiss it. What the hell do I know about love?This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Nothing. I don’t know a goddamn thing. I’m my mother’s meal ticket, but I don’t think she loves me.

All I know is that I’ve accepted every dark truth about him, and I still need him with me. His world is filled with people who live in the darkest corners of society. He may even be the monster that he claims to be. It still doesn’t change the fact that when I’m not with him, it’s like a pounding ache in my chest that never goes away until I hear his voice, or feel his breath whispering on my shoulder. I’ve never felt so alive and strong than when I’m with him. Maybe he loves me, too. Why else would he take me to see his mother, if I wasn’t someone special?

“I love you.”

The words tumble from my lips and he opens his eyes, cutting me with his sharp gaze.

I feel cold. His eyes strike me like a whip and his arms shrink from around me. Vince sits up on the bed, saying nothing and grabs his boxers from the floor. He puts them on before leaving the bedroom. Leaving me.

Blood rushes into my face as I sit on his bed. What just happened?

He rejected me.

I curl into a ball and I think of my dorm at Columbia, where I can hide under the sheets and sob myself to sleep. I need to leave, but I want to be invisible. I can’t stand the sight of his pitying gaze. Tears well up, blotting colors together.

I thought he loved me, too.

Trying not to think of how pathetic I must look, I grab a towel from his dresser and I wrap it around myself tightly, as if it can guard me from the humiliation I’ll feel when I step outside.

Fuck it. I’m not going to tiptoe around him.

Since when is being honest something to be ashamed about?

My feet walk over the cold wood, and despite my resolution I stall when I see him sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.

I walk around the couch and stoop down, my face burning as I collect my clothes. Finally, they’re all gathered in my chest. The pain of his rejection stinging me, I turn around and head back.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

His head is raised and he looks right at me with so much intensity that I take a step backwards. “Home,” I say in a firm voice.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Vince rises to his full height, looking downright menacing as he walks closer, pinning me against the glass.

A flash of anger clenches my teeth. “I’m not staying here. I don’t want to waste my time with someone who doesn’t feel the same.”

But Vince is angry too, for reasons I won’t even try to comprehend. The heat in his gaze makes me flatten against the wall.

“Part of me wants to get rid of you. You’ve been taking pieces of me away, little by little. I’m not used to worrying about another person, not used to all this fucking responsibility.”

He slams his fist into the glass, and I wince as I feel the shockwaves through my head. His face falls like he immediately regrets it and his lips crash against mine, his hands wrapping around me and tearing off my towel. The clothes tumble to the ground while I’m still gasping in shock. He pulls me into his chest and his all-encompassing heat wraps around me, filling me with joy.

His breathing is ragged as he whispers in my ear, “I love you, too.”