Each time he pulls out a little, then thrusts back in, I wail and curse, wishing I could rake my nails into his hair, his neck, some way of getting some purchase. He comes out again, this time to the very tip?—
—“No, you bloodymotherfucking basta?—”
“Let me see those pretty tits bounce when I fuck you, Firecracker.”
He spears me, stabbing to the very back of my cunt. My breasts swing against his chest. I’m spitting every curse I know at him. But when his mouth devours mine, I open for him. I close my eyes as he mauls my mouth, and I take it, wanting it. And that’s when I realize the violence of him brutalizing my pussy has completely distracted me from the pain in my calf.
Until now…
Nonononono! Focus on Rory. Focus on that monster filling me. Every inch. Every ridge. And the texture of that piercing is rubbing my inner walls. He’s everywhere. My core grips him so hard. Rolling my hips, I try to get some form of power, of dominance, but Rory wrecks me.
“Such a sweet slut for my prick,” Rory says against my swollen lips. “Look at ye, rocking those ripe hips, taking me so tight. And this juicy arse.” He digs his fingers into the flesh of my backside and uses the leverage to thrust harder.
“God, Rory! You twisted, sick fuck!” I screech through clenched teeth.
“Want Big Red to breed ye, sweet Lass?” he growls, and a sharp ache clenches my heart this time.
Rory doesn’t notice Jude take a step forward, his hands balled into fists, but I shake my head and mouth the words “it’s ok”. Anything will help distract me from the arrowed pain in my leg. And for just a few moments, I can pretend. I can pretend that Rory’s breeding fetish could come true.
“Aye, Firecracker, a little boy right here.” Rory rubs my stomach. “Red hair like me. Hazel eyes like you. Would ye like that?”
“I-I don’t know,” I admit, biting my lower lip. Because I have never let myself imagine it. Not since that horrific day when I woke up with a long line of one significant scar beneath my navel.
“Let’s see how far I can pump my seed into ye, stretch ye so good, it will take.” Rory’s voice is thick and feral, his hips slamming against mine. “Fill ye up so full, ye’ll be leaking for days, makin’ this sweet cunt remember who fuckin’ owns it.”
“God!” I whimper.
My pussy catches fire. My whole skin catches fire. Molten fire surges all through me. He fucks me like an animal, swinging me hard, and I have no choice but to take it, to feel everything. He bites my throat and slaps my breasts before jerking out his hand to the side. Seth gives him the controller.
And then…Rory turns the setting to the highest level.
And holy Scottish hell—my whole body seizes.
The vibration detonates every nerve ending. It’s too much. Too sharp. Too hot. Too electric. I arch, my back bowing hard as Rory’s length drives hard, thick, and brutal, slamming against the aching, sensitive place inside, battering me.
I can’t scream. I can’t breathe.
The world goes white.
My muscles lock, a vise around him, and I feel it—that brutal, euphoric, soul-shattering release ripping through me, splitting me apart from the inside out. I’m drowning in the orgasm, choking on it, waves of liquid hot pleasure colliding with the vibrations and his erection and the pain in my leg until it’s all the same, a haze of raw sensation I can’t escape.
Rory growls, hips jerking. He’s close. But I’m already coming.
So hard, it knocks the world out from under me.
My vision goes spotty. My limbs go numb. My head lolls, mouth open on a sob. I barely register the thick heat of him spilling inside me before the merciful unconsciousness drags me down.
And I let it.
I let it take me.
47
Vincent
“YOU WENT TOO FAR THIS TIME.”
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