The new angle forces her cunt to stretch even more. She whimpers, a pathetic, broken sound that vibrates through her body and straight into mine.
“This is everything you wanted, isn’t it? To have no choice.”
Her body stiffens at my words, but her hips give a tiny, involuntary rock back against me, a silent admission that makes me want to laugh.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you, Arlo. I’m going to shatter you into so many pieces you’ll never find yourself again. And I’m going to be the one to put you back together. Wrong. Crooked. Mine.”
Raze groans, his strokes getting faster. I feel his eyes on us, on the way her ass jiggles with each of my thrusts, on the way her back arches, on the beautiful tears tracking through the dirt on her cheeks.
I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back again, forcing her to look at him. “Look at him. Look at the man who’s watching you get fucked like an animal in the dirt. Tell him who you belong to.”
She squeezes her eyes shut, a sob shaking her entire body. “No.”
“That’s how you want to play?” I slam into her so hard her knees leave the ground for a second. She cries out. “Answer me. Tell. Him. Who. You. Belong. To.” Each word is a punctuation mark of a brutal thrust.
“No!”
Stupid little girl.
I grab her chin and force her mouth open. Shoving my fingers into her mouth, she gags. My other hand wraps around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her light-headed, to make every sensation more intense, more terrifying.
“A filthy fucking thing like you wants to be stuffed in all your holes.”
Raze lets out a choked groan. I feel the telltale tightening in my own balls. I want to come on her humiliation, her admittance that she is mine. That this was all her fantasy.
I ram my fingers even further in her mouth, until her jaw feels like it’s going to dislocate. “Last chance, Arlo.”
Her eyes flick towards Raze, then back at me. A fresh wave of tears spills down her cheeks.
The hesitation is in her eyes.
I shove my fingers as deep as they’ll go, my hand on her throat, cutting off her air completely. Her body starts to thrash, her nails clawing at my hand. Her eyes go wide with terror as vomit shoots up her throat and spills down her chin.
“Fuck, your cunt is so tight.” Another wave of convulsing and vomiting causes her to clench around me. So. Fucking. Tight.
She’s weakening, the lack of air making her body spasm, her pussy clenching and unclenching around me in a desperate, frantic rhythm.
Then her eyes roll back.
That’s it.
My control snaps. I bury myself to the hilt, my hips grinding into her ass as a violent, shuddering orgasm tears through me. I collapse on her for a moment, my forehead pressing into her dirt-caked shoulder.
Her body is completely limp beneath me.
“Jesus Christ, Priest.” Raze’s voice is distant.
I push myself up, my cock sliding out of her limp body with a wet sound. I look down at her. Her face is turned to the side, her cheek pressed into the dirt, her lips blue. She’s covered in tears, drool, blood, vomit, cum, and dirt. She’s completely and utterly ruined. Perfectly,beautifullyruined.
“Fuck off.”
I scoop Arlo’s broken body into my arms, cradling her against my chest. She’s so small, so fragile, her head lolling against my shoulder. Her skin is cold, her breathing shallow. I walk toward the car, leaving Raze behind.
Ihave never cared about anything more in my entire fucking life than I do you.
I gasp, bolting upright, the ringing in my ears almost enough to drown out the burning in my throat. My hand flies to my neck, pressing against the raw bruises his fingers left behind.
“Easy, little one.”
