And just when I expect her to break down again… She comes alive.
“If that’s what I am, then why don’t you fuck me like one?”
I toss the gun to the desk and her wrists, dragging her to her feet and pinning both behind her back. I shove her against the drywall so hard she gasps and press my chest into her back so she can’t move.
Her breath hitches. She fights me at first, but then grinds against my cock.
“Is this what you wanted?” I hiss in her ear, my voice darker than I’ve ever fucking let it be. My demons are loose, and as she tips her head back to catch my eye, she only drives them crazier.
“You’re all show, Cal.”
I reach around and grab her jeans, ripping them down and over her hips. “You don’t know when to stop.”
She twists, but the movement only lines me up better. I hold her there, arms pinned over her head, as I shove myself into her slick cunt, letting out a guttural, animalistic fucking sound.
I don’t even sound like myself. Butfuckit feels good.
I’venevertaken what I wanted. Not like this.
Her voice is strangled. “You’re a monster, just like the rest.”
“Never said I wasn’t,” I grit out, slamming into her pussy with all the force I can fucking manage. She starts to whine against me, but I give her no mercy.
Jenna doesn’t fucking deserve it.
Still, she tries to break my grip, but it only makes her smaller in my arms. I lean in until my lips are at her ear, and my cock balls deep in her. “This is what you get.”
She shudders, the fight draining out of her all at once. “Oh god,” she whimpers, her body coming undone as I shift, slipping my hand between her body and the wall. “Cal… I…”
“You’re going to come for me.”
“Yes,” she cries out, as she explodes, back arching against me, the sound ripped from her throat raw and wild.
I follow a second later, slamming into her and filling her so deep there’s nowhere left for her to hide. And I stay buried in her, as I come down from the high, my chest heaving.
I finally let my monster out of its cage.
And it felt really fucking good.
Chapter 32
Jenna
I can barely breathe,and I have no idea if he’s going to kill me or fuck me again, as he pulls out. Cum oozes out of me, running down my leg, and I should feel shame.
But instead, I just his feel absence of his warmth as his phone suddenly blares in the silence.
“Fuck,” he grits out.
I turn slowly to face him, watching as he puts his dick away. He thumbs the answer button on the screen of his phone, and then clears his throat.
“Molly?” He’s calm, but I see the vibration in his jaw, the knuckles gone white where he grips the phone.
I can’t make out her voice, but I know it’s a solid octave higher than its usual.Probably stressed over a bad grade.I pull my jeans back up, my throat and pussy sore.
Actually, my whole freaking body is sore.
I brush my hand over the real pain, where my brother tried to fucking kill me for a few moments. And I have no idea how to process everything that just happened. I just my fingers through my hair, my mind in a haze—to the point I don’t even realize that Cal has hung up the phone.
