We’re impatient, feral, and greedy.
And I love it.
Our skin slaps, the fire crackles, and my moans are loud. I scream every time he thrusts. He’s hurting me today. His fingers dig into my skin, marking me with more bruises.
“Gavin…it hurts,” I cry out, but he doesn’t stop.
I don’t want him to. I love the pain.
“Make it hurt more. Please don’t stop. Oh, I’m going to come!”
He reaches for my hair and pulls it. Forming a ponytail with it, he yanks it like a leash, forcing me to arch my back more and release more strangled moans. Before I succumb to the dark pleasure he inflicts on me, he stops mid-thrust.
“I need to hear you say how fucking perfect you are.”
My brows rise, my chest heaving. He’s denying me my orgasm.
“Gavin…” I hiss. “Please,” I pant.
“No.”
Thrust.
“Now tell me how perfect and beautiful you are. Fucking say it.”
He pulls my hair again, making my head whip back until we lock eyes. He nestles his face onto my cheek, then his tongue licks my lips. My heart flutters in my chest.
“I’m perfect. I’m beautiful,” I say, a sting hitting my eyes. I know what he’s doing, and I hate him for it. I hate myself for getting to a place where I doubted myself.
“And?” he taunts, his voice deepening.
Thrust.
I squeeze my eyes shut. He hits deep; that spot inside of me has me shrieking for more.
“I’m enough. I’m more than enough.”
Then he strums my clit in circles, and then moves to my slit, coating his finger with my arousal. His hand disappears, and my eyebrows narrow. He’s sucking and cleaning my taste off his skin. The sight has me completely blown off the edge, and I’m clenching down on him. I scream his name, and he roars with deep satisfaction. His pace quickens for a moment, his power making my breasts bounce while I balance on my toes, almost knocking me into the fire. He pulls me back to him and just then, his cock jerks inside me.
My mind is completely blank. He kisses my shoulder, the back of my neck, gripping my ass, worshipping every curve of my body. I can’t think about anything as I try to come down from the clouds. It’s so empowering for me to take control of what I like when it comes to sex. I love being submissive, and his dominance has me in a chokehold.
CHAPTER 29
GAVIN
I’m in the woods. Barefoot in the snow, cold, tears down my face, and covered in Mama’s blood. After my father murdered her in front of me, I jetted from underneath the bed and ran out of the basement. Tears were still falling from Mama’s eyes when I left; I wanted to wipe them off her face so badly. I was the last person she saw before she took her last breath. It brings me solace that it was I she saw last, and not my father. I swear I saw a little curve of her pale lips before they went lifeless.
I hang onto the bark of the tree, planting my back ramrod straight until it hurts. Frostbite is already doing a number on the bottom of my feet. I didn’t have time to grab my boots before I sprinted out of there, terrified.
I made my mom a promise, and I already broke it, but now I need to keep the promise to stay alive for her.
I hold all of the emotions of grief and pure blackened anger. Mama is dead. I’ll never get to see her again because of my father. He took her away from me, and yet I still can’t bring myself to hurt him if he tries to hurt me.
“Gavin! I know you’re out here. I can see your footprints, boy!” he slurs slowly and drunkenly.
Of course, he tracked me fast. I’m no match for a six-foot-four man who hunts every season. Except I’m the prey. Will he kill me slowly like he did my mother? Or will he make it fast?
I peer over my shoulder, just one calculated glimpse won’t hurt, right? I think to myself as I shiver all over, both from the overwhelming fear and unforgiving Alaskan winter weather. I don’t see anything but vast darkness and snowfall on my left side.
