When Cristian told me to shut my mouth, I tensed and let him do what he wanted to me—what I had been wanting him to do to me all damn night. I didn’t know what to do or say; my mind was all over the place. After everything he had done and after I’d admitted that I cared about him, he had told me to … to shove it, basically.
what I had been wanting him to do to me all damn nightHe pushed himself into me forcefully one last time, came, undid the ties around my wrists and ankles, and rolled over onto the other side of the bed, his chest on the mattress and his head facing away from me and toward the bedroom window.
“Roxie,” he said under his breath, as if he didn’t have much in him to say more.
I drew my knees to my chest and turned onto my side to stare at him. Hesitantly, I placed my fin
