“Where do you think you’re going?” He grabs my hair, yanking my head back, forcing me to look at him. The angle is awkward and painful. His face is a mask of cruel satisfaction in the dim light. “You think all I wanted was your ass? I’m not done with you yet.”
He kicks my legs apart with his boot. The bark scrapes my raw skin. I try to scramble away again. His boot shifts from the center of my back to the side of my head, grinding my cheek into the dirt.
“You’re a goddamn filthy mess.” He spits on me, the warm wetness hitting my cheek.
I squeeze my eyes shut, tears tracing a path through the grime on my face. This is it. This is rock bottom. This is the moment I break completely.
“Time to learn a lesson in humiliation, little one.”
A fresh wave of nausea rolls through me. I can’t move. Removing his shirt, he wipes his still hard cock with it before tossing it on the ground.
“You can change your mind about me joining.” Raze’s voice is closer now.
Priest’s boot presses harder into my temple. “She’s not a fucking party favor, Raze. She’s my goddamn ruin.” He leans down. “And I’m not done ruining her yet.”
He kicks my legs apart again, wider this time.
“You’re lucky I’m letting you watch at all.”
His fingers dig into my hips, yanking my ass into the air. He shoves two fingers into my pussy and groans at the discovery.
“She’s fucking soaked.”
“Filthy little stray,” Raze mutters, and I hear the wet sound of his hand moving on his own cock again.
“Stop. I don’t want to do this.”
“I know you don’t, little one. That’s the best part.” Priest removes his fingers and lines his cock up with my entrance. He slams into me.
I scream as the force smashes me into the ground, my knees scraping against rocks and roots. He’s impossibly deep like this, the angle hitting that bruised, over-sensitive spot deep inside me that makes my whole body clench.
“Please.” My fingers dig into the soil, trying to find some anchor, some way to hold myself together against the storm.
Her cunt is a goddamn vice.Her sobs are music, her body a canvas for my rage. I grip her hips, my thumbs digging into the dimples above her ass, and I piston into her, watching the way her back arches, the way her spine curves, a perfect, desperate offering.
“Priest. I’m not taking your pills anymore…I’m not on birth control!”
“Well, that wasn’t very smart, was it, kitten? Just think. One good fuck and I could give you a baby. Something to keep you tied to me forever.”
A thought that should repulse me. A thought that should make me recoil and withdraw.
A thought that has me fucking her harder.
I look over at Raze, his dick in his hand, his eyes glued to where my cock disappears into her.
He only gets to watch because he warned me what Arsen was planning. Because he pulled me back from the edge when I almost put a bullet in Arsen’s chest. A favor. Now paid.
But watching him watch her…something primal claws up my spine. This is mine. Her pain. Her pleasure. Her fucking destruction.
I slam into her harder, punishing her for wanting to leave, for thinking for a second she could exist outside of me.
“You thought you could run, Arlo? Thought you could just disappear?” My hand slides up her back, my fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her head up. Her neck is arched, her face a mess of tears and dirt, her lips parted in a silent scream.She’s beautiful.
“You will never fucking escape me. Do you understand? You can run to the ends of the earth, and I will find you. I willalwaysfind you.” I release her hair, and her face falls back into the dirt.
I lean over her, my chest to her back, my mouth next to her ear.
“You can try to kill me again. Stab me. Shoot me. I don’t fucking care. It’ll just make my dick harder knowing you’re thinking about me when you do it.”
