Instead of fighting him, I stuck out my tongue.He spit into my mouth, then shoved four of his fingers into it.
“You need cock and a good, hard fuck.Frasier’s too vanilla to fuck you the way you need.Frasier can’t fuck you the way that I can.”
“Is that a promise?”I said, voice muffled by his fingers.Spit dribbled down my chin.
“A vow, Hellcat.”
CHAPTERTWENTY
ASTRID
Arch bentme over the bed and shoved my skirt down to my ankles.I stared back at him, debating whether I wanted to make a break for it to piss him off or to let him take me.
He yanked his shirt over his head, and in the mirror behind him, I saw scars decorating his muscular tan back.My pussy tightened before he even thrust into it when I saw how the sunlight flooded into the room and bounced off his skin.
God, he is so ho?—
Arch slammed into me and took a fistful of my hair in his hand.“Fucking bitch.”He pulled me up to him and ripped off my top, his hands all over my body.“Youneedme to treat you like the dirty little whore you are.”
“I don’t need?—”
Before I could finish my sentence, I heard the front door open.“Astrid?”
“Fuck!”I said.“They’re home already?!”
Footsteps began ascending the stairs.
“Arch!You have to stop,” I exclaimed, grasping the bedsheets in my fists.“Please!”
I stared at the door in horror, waiting for Dad to open it and see his stepson fucking his daughter—and not in a nice way either!Arch had been absolutely wrecking every single part of my body, and I was sure that I looked …used.
“You have to hide,” I whispered, heart pounding.
“Who am I hiding from?”he growled into my ear, one hand around the front of my throat as he ruthlessly pounded into me.“Huh, Hellcat?Who am I hiding from?Your dad?What’s he going to do to me?”
My pussy tightened around Arch, and I whimpered out.After seeing all those scars on his back, I knew that not many people stood a chance against him.Out of all the members of The Crew, he was definitely the most psychotic.
“Astrid!”Dad called from down the hall, his footsteps becoming louder.
“Please, Arch,” I bargained.“I’ll do anything.”
He smirked against my neck.“Anything, hmm?Fine.”
Instead of pulling out of me, like I’d thought he would, he turned me toward my closet and bucked his hips forward, shoving me toward the door.I moved quickly, his cock deep inside me at all times.If he wasn’t going to stop, then we both had to hide.And fast.
I yanked the closet door open and shuffled inside, pushing clothes out of the way and pressing myself up against the wall.Arch stepped in behind me and shut the door, his hands immediately back on my hips, thrusting in and out and in and out.
Tightening around it, I pushed my fingers against the wall until they turned white.My tits were smashed up against my clothes, my head to the side so I could look back and make sure the closet door wasn’t open a smidgen.
Arch pulled my hips back so my upper body came off the wall just a bit, and then he slid his hands up my belly to my tits and squeezed.Hard.I clenched around him and bit my lip to hold back a moan.
God, this is so, so, so wrong!
“These fucking tits are mine,” he growled into my ear.
He pulled out of me and twirled me around so I faced him, tugging one leg up in the air and shoving his big, fat cock back into me.He captured one of my nipples into his mouth and bit down hard, sucking and sucking and sucking.
“Arch,” I whispered.“It hurts!”
