Chapter 239 – You Hate Losing (18+)
"What?" His voice was low, almost a growl now.
She didn't answer—her pride wouldn't let her admit how close she was getting.
So she kissed him again instead, fierce and messy, biting his lip harder this time. His groan vibrated against her mouth, and she felt the flex of his thighs under her, the solid grip of his hands keeping her exactly where he wanted her.
Pain from his wounds flashed across his face for a heartbeat—just enough for her to see—but it didn't slow him. If anything, it made him rougher, like each thrust was an act of defiance against the ache.
And help her, it made her hotter.
She laughed again, breathless now, her hair sticking to her damp skin. "You're still hurt and you're—"
"—fucking you like I mean it?" he cut in, his hips snapping up hard enough to make her moan mid-word. "Yeah. I am."
The worst part?
He was winning.
