“No…” The word is a broken whisper, a useless denial against the truth of his touch, against the traitorous pulse between my legs.
“I’m going to shatter every piece of you until the only thing left is what I want. Until every breath you take is because I allow it.” He lets go of my head, letting it dangle.
His zipper lowers. The metallic rasp cuts through the night. He frees himself, his cock thick and heavy in his grip. He rubs his tip against my face. Tears of frustration and hatred leak from my eyes, tracing paths into my hairline. I am completely at his mercy. Dangling like a piece of meat.
“Look at you, already crying for me.” He smears a tear across my cheek with his thumb. “I haven’t even started.”
“Stop…please stop.”
“Open your mouth.”
I squeeze my lips shut.
He laughs. “Trust me, you’re gonna want my cock wet for the next hole I take.”
“No.” I shake my head violently, making him grip my chin harder. “No, no, no.”
“Arlo…”
“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck?—”
He yanks my hair at the base of my neck and shoves his cock in my mouth. My jaw aches from the size of him. He pumps his hips, the tip hitting the back of my throat, his balls slapping against my nose.
“Christ, kitten.”
I thrash against him, clawing at his hips. I can’t breathe.
“Fuck. I love when you fight me.”
Tears stream down my face, saliva running from my mouth. When I think I can’t take anymore, he pulls back, and I gasp.
“Now for the real fun.”
He drags his large fingers through my folds.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groans. “Your cunt is already weeping for me.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, a sob catching in my throat. This isn’t just a violation. It’s an execution.
His fingers drag further, until they circle my tight pucker.
“No! Please don’t.” I squirm, the motion sending pain through my ribs.
He pushes his thick finger inside my tight ass. I scream, a raw, ragged sound as he works it in and out, stretching me.
“I want a safe word!” I blurt out
He stops.
The forest holds its breath.
He lets out a low, dark chuckle that vibrates through my bones. “You think this is a game, little one? You think I’m going to stop because you say some pretty word?” His finger pushes deeper. “Did you hear that, Raze? She wants a safe word.”
Raze’s laughter echoes through the trees. “She really is a dumbass.”
“Do I look like someone who allows a choice?” Priest’s other hand moves between my legs, finding my clit. A wave ofunwanted pleasure washes over me, and I hate myself for it. I hate him for it. “There are no fucking safe words when you belong to a monster, Arlo. Just pain and pleasure. And I’m the one who decides which you get.”
“Please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for anymore. “I’m scared.” The confession tears out of me.
