Sliding it inside her, I keep pushing until she’s taken the entire handle. Slow but not backing out an inch to let her adjust. She doesn’t deserve that right now.
She lets out a sharp cry, hips writhing as she takes the thick intrusion.
“See this?” I sneer, baring my teeth. “Even a useless knife gets more than those two.”
I thrust the handle again, watching her squirm. Her breath comes in sharp inhales as she fights the pleasure I know she’s feeling.
Yanking my sweatpants down, I pull out my throbbing cock. Feeling my piercings tug, I stroke myself roughly while I watch her pussy gripping my knife as I fuck her with it.
Growing impatient, I pull it out and toss it aside. Grippingher hip with one hand, I rub the head of my cock over her, lining up without ceremony.
“You’re mine, Ivy,” I growl, eyes locked on hers. “And I’m gonna make sure you remember that.”
I slam into her in one brutal, claiming thrust. Her eyes flash with pain and her mouth falls open with a cry that echoes off the walls. Ivy’s back arches, body giving me what she swore was already mine.
“Fuck,” I groan, my head dropping to the crook in her neck as I still. I need a second or I’ll blow too quick. “Fuck, you’re still so tight. Like this pussy forgot anyone else eventouched it.”
Chapter 29
Ivy
Myles slams into me like he’s trying to fuck the past out of both of us.
There’s nothing slow about it. Just wild heat. Hard muscle. His mouth breathing fire against my throat.
That split lip makes him so much more menacing. Just the way I like him.
Crying out, my back arches, legs locking around his waist. One of his hands holds my hip so tight I know he’ll leave marks. His other hand is on the nape of my neck, anchoring me in place on his messy bedroom floor.
“This pussy is mine,” he growls in my ear. “It’s always been mine. Say it! Say you’re mine.”
I’m gasping, moaning, nails digging into his back. “Yes—yours. I’m yours.”
“Louder,” he snarls, thrusting deeper, rougher. “Scream for me.”
“I’m yours, Myles!” I cry, the words tearing out of me as he fucks me into the floor. My body’s burning, the sensations dragging me toward that edge fast. And I want it. Desperately.
I love him when he’s like this—brutal, unhinged and terrifying. Like a consuming fire.
He mutters something broken against my throat that I don’t hear. One hand fisting in my hair, the other coming up to cover my mouth, silencing my voice.
Every thrust sends lightning through my core. His piercings dragging along all the places I crave. His cock is thick, angry, claiming me with every brutal thrust.
It’s rough and frantic, and it makes me feel fucking alive.
“That’s fucking right.Mine,” he snarls, voice filthy and proud. “They think they can touch you. Take what’s mine? They don’t know shit. I know what you need. I’ll make you want me again.”
I want to tell him I never stopped wanting him. Never stopped being his. But his hand is clamped over my mouth too tight, and any words tangle in my mind as my orgasm slams into me like a freight train.
My entire body bows off the floor as I scream into his hand, clinging to him, desperate for his weight to keep me flying apart. I come so hard, for so long, my vision whites out.
He groans deep, losing himself as my walls crush his cock. His grip tightens as he roars, blasting his come into me with a shudder of his hips.
Myles releases his hold on me, leaning on his forearms as he hovers over me. His chest heaves, sweat dripping onto me.
For a second, everything is still. An almost perfect moment. Just the sound of our breathing as I look up at him with admiration.
Then something shifts in his eyes.
