That’s why he put the cover over us.That’swhy he wanted me to move and squirm and scream, so our movements wouldlooklike he fucked me.
Oh, my God.
The sheer relief made me cry harder. And with relief came the performance of a lifetime. My fingers stretched behind me, rubbing his chiselled belly in acknowledgement. The trust that’d tried to grow in the past sprouted into a beautiful flower. I gave myself over to this second-born Hawk, who was a true ally and friend.
“No!” I bellowed. “God, no!”
I arched my back, deliberately pressing into his cock.
He growled, his hands latching around my hips, half to hold me in place and half to drag me back to meet him thrust for thrust.
We lost ourselves as we became what others would see.
“Fuck, you feel good, little bitch!” he yelled, his volume way louder than required.
Cameras. Microphones. Recording devices that would capture this degrading act. It was all for the people watching.
My heart burned.Is Jethro watching?
The anger I felt toward him only spurred me on.
Kes wrapped his hand around my nape, holding me away from him while his other hand found my clit again. “Fuck, yes. Take it. Fuck, you’re tight.”
He paused, waiting like any good actor for his fellow screen star to read her script.
“Ahh! No more. Please, no more!”
“You’ll take it until I say fucking otherwise, bitch.”
We both groaned as he thrust so hard the boundary between faking and reality became blurred.
My legs scissored as he rolled me from my side to halfway on my belly. His next thrust slipped, sliding between my legs and pressing against my clit.
We both jolted.
“Fuck me,” he hissed. His muscles trembled.
I froze.
We were so close to breaking every rule between loyalty and decency.
He bit my ear. “Don’t stop. Pretend, I’m ripping you in two. Scream harder. Just—don’t stop making them believe.”
My body hummed, growing wetter and heavier. I didn’t know if it was the pantomime or relief, but my nipples tingled and sensation came back with full force. “Stop! No. It’s too much. Nooooo!”
He pressed his forehead against my skull. “You’re driving me insane, Nila.” Louder, he growled, “Little bitch. I’ll teach you a lesson about your place. I’ll show you what tonight is all about.”
I let go of dignity and bawled. My cheeks rivered with tears; the blindfold was drenched. I stopped trying to talk in sentences and settled for monosyllables instead. “No!”
Thrust.
“Stop.”
Rock.
“I’m begging—”
He groaned, bending my body until I slotted perfectly in his strong embrace.
