My hips bounced helplessly between him and the bed, matching his relentless rhythm.
I clutched the sheets, panting as my body contracted around him. Something brushed my thighs with every inward thrust. But I lost my train of thought when his hand slid around my hip and burrowed beneath me.
“You’re going to soak my cock, like a good little whore,” he grunted, rubbing me until I shook my head.
He drove into me harder, faster, his fingers working my clit with brutal precision.
The pressure built relentlessly as he ground his hips against me.
I screamed—then he drew back and plunged deep, so deep I felt him in my belly.
The sound died in my throat as my body worked against me. I broke, gushing over him, milking him exactly as he wanted.
His growl was instant. His thrusts turned savage, the bed shaking and groaning beneath us. Each vicious thrust slapped against me until he reared back.
I lay there, gasping, when he finally pulled out. Hot wet struck my back, then again—spattering over my skin. Another sprayed over my buttocks and back. He wiped himself on my flesh, like I was a thing to be used.
I didn't move, trying to comprehend it all.
Time blurred until the sharp snap of his latex gloves cut through the haze.
“Rub it into your skin. I’m going to shower,” he said calmly, cold as ever.
I tilted my head just enough to watch him leave—naked, clothes in hand—his footsteps fading down the hall, the open doorway swallowing him whole.
He left me too numb for tears. I pressed my cheek to the bed and reached back.
Instinct warned me he would know if I rubbed it in—or washed it away. I grimaced as I felt the thick, slimy residue between my fingers, my eyes squeezing shut as I worked it into my skin.
When it was done, I stood and moved into the bathroom.
I couldn’t look at my reflection as I scrubbed my hands.
Couldn’t face what had happened.
Couldn’t bear the truth that he’d taken the last piece of me.
All while knowing this would happen again.
Chapter 19
Blaidd
The moment I reached my bedroom, I slammed the door shut behind me.
“What the fuck was that?” I snapped.“Huh?”
I stormed across the room, tossing my clothes into the laundry basket.
“You were going to bite her,” I hissed.“We don’t want her fucking dead.”
He snarled, twisting inside my chest.
Not dead, he hissed back.
Then what?I pressed, pausing to listen.
When he didn’t respond fast enough, I shook my head and shoved open the bathroom door. It slammed against the tiles and bounced back. Something cracked. Something fell behind it.
