The Rose He Killed novel Chapter 97

Chapter 88: Dismissal

Bella pov

He changed the angle, tilting my hips up so he hit deeper, nailing that spot inside with every stroke. My cries got louder, more desperate. I was close again already.

He reached between us, thumb finding my clit, rubbing fast messy circles while he kept fucking me hard.

“Come again,” he said, voice strained. “Come on my c**k this time. Let me feel it.”

The pressure built fast-too much, too good. I shattered around him, screaming his name as my p***y clenched down hard, pulsing, milking him while my whole body shook.

He groaned loud, thrusts turning erratic. “Fuck-Bella”

He buried himself deep and came hard, hips jerking as he pumped thick spurts inside me.

Before he could even catch his breath, I shoved at his shoulders. He was still dazed, c**k twitching inside me, still half-hard and slick with both of us. Confusion flashed across his face as I flipped him onto his back with more strength than he expected.

“What the”

I didn’t let him finish. I straddled him fast, knees planted on either side of his hips. His c**k was still buried in me, sensitive and throbbing from his orgasm. I sank down hard, taking him to the hilt again in one rough drop as we both hissed at the overstimulation.

His hands flew to my hips like he wasn’t sure whether to lift me off or pull me down harder.

I planted my hands on his chest and started riding him-fast, no warmup, no mercy. My hips rolled and slammed down, grinding my clit against his pelvis every time I bottomed out. His hands flew to my waist, fingers digging in, not sure whether to stop me or help me move.

“Fuck-Bella-too soon-” His voice cracked, half groan, half plea. His c**k jerked inside me, still leaking. still so fucking hard.

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I ignored him. I leaned forward, changing the angle so he hit deep every time I dropped. My t**s bounced with each bounce. Wet sounds filled the room-my p***y sliding up and down his cum-slick c**k.

“You don’t get to decide when we’re done,” I panted, nails scraping down his chest. “Not tonight.”

He cursed under his breath, head falling back against the pillow. His hips started bucking up to meet me, helpless, chasing the too-intense pleasure. One hand slid up to grab my breast, thumb brushing my n****e roughly. The other gripped my ass, helping me slam down harder.

I rode him faster, chasing another orgasm while he was still sensitive and overstimulated. His groans turned ragged, almost pained, but he didn’t push me off. He just took it-took me using him.

“I’m gonna come again,” I gasped, grinding down in tight circles. “And you’re gonna stay hard for me.”

“Fuck-yes-use me,” he gritted out, eyes locked on where we were joined. “Anything you want.”

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The words sent me over. I clenched hard around him, crying out as I came a third time, walls fluttering and squeezing his oversensitive c**k. He shouted my name, body jerking under me as another weak spurt Teaked out of him-he couldn’t come again so soon, but he was shaking like he might.

I slowed but didn’t stop, rolling my hips in slow, deep grinds until the aftershocks faded. Only then did I collapse forward onto his chest, both of us drenched in sweat, breathing like we’d run miles.

Reality crashed in immediately. I’d just facked Caleb senseless-twice-and let him come inside me again.

And now the consequences were waiting.

“Bella” he started, voice hoarse.

I rolled off him, grabbed my dress off the floor, and held it against my chest like armor.

“I need to go.” I was already pulling it on.

“Don’t do this.” He sat up, still gloriously naked. “Don’t run away again.”

“This was a mistake.” I found my shoes. “We got caught up in the moment, but it doesn’t change anything.”

“It changes everything!” He was out of bed now, pulling on his pants. “Bella, we just”

“We just had sex,” I interrupted coldly, even as my heart was breaking. “That’s all it was. Physical release, nothing more.”

His face went carefully blank. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do.” The lie felt hollow. “It was good sex, Caleb. Great/sex even. But it doesn’t mean I want a relationship with you.”

“So what, we’re just going to be fuck buddies now?” His voice was hard, angry. “You’ll use me when you’re frustrated but keep dating other men?”

“I’m not dating anyone.” I moved toward the door. “Tonight was a mistake with Ethan, and this was a mistake with you. I’m not making either one again.”

“Bella, please.” He caught my arm. “Don’t do this. Don’t cheapen what we just shared.”

“There’s nothing to cheapen.” I pulled away, unable to look at the hurt in his eyes. “We Had sex, it was fun. That’s all it can be.”

“Fun?” He laughed bitterly. “You think what just happened was just fun?”

“What else would it be?” I forced myself to meet his gaze. “We can’t be together, Caleb. We’re too broken, too complicated. Tonight proved that. I can’t give you what you want.”

“You just did,” he said quietly. “You gave me everything I’ve wanted for years. And now you’re taking it back because you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared, I’m being realistic.” I opened the door. “This can’t happen again.”

“Why not?” He was right behind me. “If it’s just fun, just physical, why can’t it happen again?”

Because it wasn’t just physical, not for me. Because every time he touched me, I fell a little more. Because

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