The Bad Boy's Biggest Mistake(3)

“So damn good. I can’t wait.”

You should tell him.

Before she got a chance to even speak Tristan plunged inside her. Vicki cried out as pleasure and pain combined. Her grip tightened on his shoulder.

He sank to the hilt inside her. She couldn’t believe how big he was. He shouldn’t be able to fit inside her. The walls of her pussy felt pinched from the pain.

“Shit, you’re a virgin,” he said. She closed her eyes. Tristan sounded angry. “Look at me.” He gripped her face in his hands. “Look at me!”

Opening her eyes she saw the anger and the lust shining in his eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“I should fucking stop. I don’t do virgins, but I can’t.”

“There’s no need to stop. I’m not a virgin anymore.”

Tristan slammed his lips down on hers, stopping her from speaking. He pulled out of her body only to thrust back inside. Tristan fucked her on the counter inside her kitchen. She held onto his arms as his body jolted her.

His thrusts quickened, and the fire in the pit of her stomach spiralled out of control. She felt herself getting closer to climax.

Suddenly, his cock jerked, and Tristan growled. His hand tightened in her hair as he came. His seed spurted inside her. She felt each wave as it pulsed through her.

She didn’t reach her release. The pleasure in her body ebbed away as fast as it had come. Their heavy breathing was the only sound that could be heard.

“Fuck!” Tristan yelled the word making her jump. Vicki became aware of the tears spilling out of her eyes. He pulled out of her body, and Vicki winced at the pain. “Fuck!” He kept yelling the word. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a fucking virgin? You’ve been panting after me for months.”

The shame his words caused made her cheeks fill with heat. She looked down at her exposed legs and pulled her skirt down.

“You didn’t give me the chance,” she said.

He rinsed out a cloth and pressed the damp cloth to her exposed pussy. Vicki cried out.

“Stop.” She pushed his hand away.

“This wasn’t supposed to be anything.” He looked tormented.

“I didn’t want anything from you. I invited you in for coffee not for anything more. This just happened. I didn’t plan this.” She’d only been expecting coffee, nothing else.

“I’m not the kind of guy you stick with.”

Tears filled her eyes. The pain inside her pussy and in her heart consumed her. “Please, get out,” she said.

“I need to know you’re all right,” he said.

She slapped him away as he came toward her. Throwing the towel at him, which was stained with her virgin blood, she growled. “There, keep it as a fucking trophy, but get the fuck out of my house.” If she thought it would work she would have threatened to get Stefan, but she really didn’t want Tristan to be hurt. She cared about him too much to hurt him.

Tristan stared at her for the longest time. He turned away, placed the towel on the counter and left. She heard the sound of her door being closed and then nothing.

Vicki gave herself over to the pain. She’d been in love with Tristan from the moment she first met him. Why did she have to fall in love with a man who was older than she and a man who wouldn’t care for her?





Chapter One



Six months after the shooting



Tristan watched as Vicki walked out of the station like she did every Sunday without even looking at him. She’d turned twenty-two years old three days ago. He’d sent flowers and a present only to have them sent back. The first time he’d been with her Vicki had been days away from turning twenty-one. That night seemed so long ago after everything that had happened since. The shooting at The Dugout had been a big turning point for Vicki. It had been six months, and Vicki still refused to have anything to do with him. Six months ago she’d been pulled into a fight with a known drug user in Law Castle. The subsequent fight ended with her being shot and him almost having a heart attack because of it. She didn’t speak to him even after she’d been shot. He thought about the baby she’d lost. His baby. Vicki had kept the knowledge of her pregnancy from him.

Seeing the blood coming from the bullet wound had almost undone him. He hated seeing Vicki in pain and would make sure she never was again. The sadness in her eyes when he’d discovered she’d lost the baby would stay with him forever. No woman should ever have to go through what she’d gone through.

You’ve put her through worse hell than losing a baby.

The first night he’d taken her virginity hadn’t been the last night he spent with her. Vicki was like an addiction to him. One taste was never enough for him. He’d taken her again and again until he’d finally pushed her away. The memory of admitting he was married still plagued him. He shook it off.