“I need you, Atlas. Please.”
He groans, leaning his head down to rest against mine. “Fuck, Eve, I’m not going to last long if you start begging for me.”
“Fuck me, Atlas. Please, fuck me. I need to feel your cock filling me up and – “
His moans mix with my screams as his cock slides inside of me and bottoms out. My eyes squeeze shut atthe sting of pain that comes with my first time, but the pleasure of being so full of Atlas takes over until the pain is pushed all the way to the back of my mind.
His breathing is labored as he looks down at me, “Are you okay,Reginetta?Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, tilting my hips to urge him further. “I just need you to move.”
He smiles, his hips moving in and out of me lazily as he leans down to kiss me. His back straightens as he sits up to look between us at where his cock is sliding inside of me. “Fuck, seeing my cock coated in your blood has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He continues to watch for a minute, and a second orgasm begins to build. His hands travel down my thighs and raises them up, bringing them to rest on his shoulders until my pussy feels like it’s squeezing his cock even tighter.
He reaches down, grabbing my hands and bringing them up above my head as he laces our fingers together. His thrusts speed up, his cock hitting new places inside of me, pushing me closer and closer to falling off the cliff for a second time tonight.
His head leans back to the ceiling as he moans out my name. “Sono bagnato nel sangue di una dea.”He looks back down at me, his eyes wild with the same darkness I fell in love with. “You need more, don’t you,Reginetta?”
I nod and feel him release one of my hands, his own coming down to wrap around my throat, his scars making a collar around my neck. His grip tightens just enough to make the edges of my vision cloudy with shadows, but it’s exactly what I needed. My orgasm shoots through me, my pussy tightening around him and making him groan out my name as his cum fills me up and begins to leak onto his sheets.
His thrusts slow and he removes his hand, falling to the mattress beside me and wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.
I close my eyes, reveling in the post-orgasmic glow from what has to be the best first-time fuck anyone has every had.
Atlas begins to play with my hair, the curls no doubt frizzy from the sweat and heat we’ve been putting off for the last hour. My hair suddenly drops back down, and I’m rolled over to face the man behind me, his eyes filled with a happiness I haven’t seen from him before.
“Marry me, Evangeline. Be my wife.”
Chapter 4
Kortez
Age 20 –The Night My World Shatters
There’s only about twenty-two hours left until Evie and I will be hitting the road in my Mustang, her hair floating in the wind as the CD I made for her plays over my speakers.
Our bags are packed and our paperwork for Saint Mary’s is done, our signatures are already in place saying, ‘thanks for the stay, but we’re out’.
We spent the morning together celebrating her nineteenth birthday before Atlas carried her away, promising a night she won’t ever forget. I just hope he doesn’t try anything to make her want to stay. I hope that he knows she deserves more than what life here would offer her. I hope that he knows she deserves more – a future that she builds with her own two hands instead of just surviving what life throws at her.
For some reason, though, I feel like he’s going to try and screw up everything. Which…is why I went against my better judgement and slipped a tracking device into Evie’s purse.
Being good with computers has its benefits and one of those is access to the best location services known to mankind, which is exactly what I used to build my own personal tracking device that I placed into Evie’s bag before she left. Five hours ago.
Based on the little blue dot moving toward me at averyillegal speed…she should be pulling up in three…two…one.
Right on cue, I see the bright headlights of Atlas’ Maserati sling around the corner, the car barely even breaking for the turn.
“He has absolutely no care for her life.” I shake my head and walk to the edge of the curb as the car screeches to a stop.
When I bend my head down, though, it’s not Atlas in the driver’s seat. Evie rolls up the windows, nearly closing my fingers in the passenger side, and climbs out of the driver’s seat. The door slams behind her as she stands in the middle of the abandoned street, her sniffles making their way to my ears and immediately making the hair on my arms stand on end.
“Evie…what happened?” She shakes her head as I begin to walk around the car, slowly so as not to startle her too much. Her full form comes into view as I round the front of the car and my blood boils at the sight.
The birthday outfit she left in is effectively ruined. Her skirt is put on backwards, like she put it on in a hurry, and the lace top she was wearing when she left is gone, replaced by the black button up Atlas was wearing when he picked her up – minus one button. Her combat boots are in her hand leaving her barefoot on the asphalt and even from a few feet away, I can see the hickeys on her neck and chest. Her blonde curls are a tangled mess around her head, either from thewind or from…him.
“Evie…Evie did he…Did he force you?” I swear to God, if he forced her, I’ll kill him with my bare hands.
