Chapter 97 The One Who Didn't Beg Ch8

• They’d done it everywhere by now—backrooms, alleys, bathrooms with the door half-locked. Filthy, rushed, savage fucks that left her raw and him grinning like the bastard he was. But tonight, when he showed up at her door again, something in her eyes made him pause. Made him softer. Made him step inside and shut the door slow.
• She didn’t shove him this time. Didn’t snap. She just grabbed his shirt, tugged him down, kissed him deep. No teeth. No fight. Just lips parting, tongues meeting, breath shared like they’d been starving for it.
• She pulled back just enough to whisper against his mouth. "Fuck me like you love me."