He’s supporting himself over my body with his hands pressed into the couch around me. He’s twice my size. All hard muscle, tattoos, and captivating scars that line his torso.
I lift my hand and touch a particularly long scar that extends the length of his sternum. It looks like someone tried to cut his heart out.Literally. “Where did you get this one?” I ask, tracing the jagged, tender skin. A large tattoo is placed over it, almost to magnify the fact that it’s there. He lowers his mouth to my breast and pulls my bra out of the way.
“It’s rather bleak,” he states.
“I like bleak,” I insist.
A breath rolls past his lips and warms my skin. “I know you do… Well, ten years ago my mother tried to kill me,” he murmurs over my nipple. Chills crawl up my arms both at his confession and because he strokes my breast languidly with his tongue. “She took the largest knife out of our kitchen set and chased me down in our house. I screamed and begged for her to stop as she shoved the blade through my jugular notch.”
He rests his cheek on my chest as he smooths his calloused finger at the base of my throat where there’s a dip between the clavicles. I inhale a shallow breath as he tenderly glides his finger down my sternum. “She didn’t have the strength to push that knife past my bones, but that wretched woman flayed my flesh down to my xiphoid process.” His finger ends at my midsection.
Cameron glances up at me, his eyes much darker than they normally are—storms upon storms waging wars behind them.
“I thought I was going to die that night.” An angry laugh escapes him. “But I decided it wasn’t my time. Seventeen is too young to die.”
He adorns the side of my neck with hot kisses, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh beneath my jaw as he presses his palm against my crotch. I writhe beneath him at the pressure and let out a breathy moan. I’ve never felt so sad for someone while being so turned on by them.
Cameron’s canines are sharp, and the light pain sends a thrill through me.
“What did you do?” I manage to get the words out as he sucks on my neck. A knot lodges in my throat for him as I picture a young Cameron trying to get away from his knife-wielding mother.
He releases my flesh and skillfully unbuttons my pants. Cameron’s eyes remain on mine as he leans up to pull his pants down. I struggle to hold his gaze as he frees his veiny cock.
“I had been working on building a birdhouse for her that morning. There were nails scattered across my bedroom floor from the scuffle,” he says with the smoothest, most haunting voice I’ve ever heard. Like the event wasn’t traumatizing at all. “A nail had lodged into my palm when I fell down, so I tore it out and thrust it into her eye.”
Horror sinks into me and my mouth parts. He presses two fingers inside me and rubs at my inner walls. What should’ve been a gasp turns into a breathy moan. My back arches as he pumps into me expertly. He pulls his fingers out, grinning at how wet I am before he leans back down and teases my entrance with his tip and kisses my parted lips, stealing the shock away from me.
“Do you want to know what I did after that?” he asks, slowly pushing himself into me. I inhale sharply at the sheer size of the head of his dick, my heart races from both his story and him entering me.
“Tell me,” I whisper into his poisonous kiss.
Cameron presses himself a few more inches inside me, and I swear to God I’ve never been tormented this much in my entire life. The way he’s spreading and stretching my pussy has my hips lightly bucking for more.
I whimper in protest when he stops.
“Shhh.” Another feverish kiss. “I found the hammer. When she screamed and clutched at her bleeding eye, I swung that hammer as hard as I could. I hit that nail right on the head and sent it straight into hers.”
Holy shit.He sinks his teeth into his lower lip to keep himself from smiling, probably because he knows it’s so morbid, but I see it anyway.
And it’s fucking beautiful.
Most people aren’t drawn to the darkness in others. I can’t help but fawn over it. I don’t want to look away. Not when it’s him.
Cameron wraps his hands around my thighs and buries his fingers into my hips. I moan as he works himself further inside me.
“I’m sorry, Cameron,” I whisper. He pauses and stares down at me, and a look of pain flashes there before it’s washed away by something I can’t name. His brows draw together, and his expression ices over.
“You know I’m not stupid, right?” His sudden change of tone snaps my eyes up to his.Where did that come from?
“What do you mean?” I ask innocently, trying to adjust to his length that’s currently spreading me open and making me half lucid.
He laughs cruelly and licks his lips. His eyes have that dark gleam to them just as they did when he lost control the other night. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” He thrusts his hips into me as hard as he can, tearing a scream from my throat. “You’re just trying to sugar me up, hoping that you’ll grow on me if I fuck you, isn’t that right?”
With his arms hooked around my legs, he brings his chest down over mine, lifting my rear up off the couch before he sets a brutal pace and pounds into the deepest parts of my abdomen.
I can’t even respond as he fucks me like he hates my guts. My nails curl into his back with the pain and pleasure he’s giving me. A feather of fear dashes through my mind and only makes my muscles clench over him tighter. “Oh, fuck,” I cry out, holding on for dear life. He chuckles and pushes his dick all the way to the hilt, grinding his hips against mine.
Cameron’s tip rails into my cervix so hard it makes me cry out, “You’re too big!”
