The Billionaire Regret After My Goodbye

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ghtless, like she didn't belong in the real worl

lashes trembling like she was trapped in a nightmare she couldn't

his before. More times

tly what to do-how to smile, how to moan on cue, when to feig

kly, it

e... she wa

smeared, her makeup ruined, her breath hot with the sting of alcohol. When I

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was

e. She whimpered and tried to push me away, her arms trembling with the effort.

he way she resisted. Somethi

ld've

d my thumb along

" I asked, voice low, almos

th wine and regret. She didn't answer. Just turned

e, she c

, chest rising fast and uneven. Her eye

o..." she

er, our faces

g into something dark and teasing.

n my voice, the weight of those words. I wante

d up, and she resisted my hands even more forcefully, but th

y made me wa

lt like thi

longer. I dipped my head and brushed my lips against her ea

my neck-sharp and unsteady.

e doing this

e. Her lips were unbelievably soft, like melting sugar,

er lips apart, tongue sweeping

, every nerve ending on fire. I hadn't lost cont

t her-this broken, trembling girl-that made me feel lik

pulled away for bre

't stop. I d

ing her against me. My other hand wrapped around her wris

nted to

er to smel

to respond-just when her body seemed to

je

a

her face-only for her to suddenly roll

n it ha

gh

he sound tearing through

e a punch. I looked down and saw the mess

ined. My shirt wa

desire I'd fel

er hair a tangled curtain hiding her face, her

ng here. Like someone who ha

ilence, watching the disas

my intentions-it all