Page 131 of Broken Blades

She swallowed. Whispered, "I know."

Something in me cracked open.

We didn't have to do this. I could stop. Could pull back. Could pretend this never happened and go back to the plan.

But then she shifted beneath me, hips lifting just enough to brush against my cock, and my control shattered.

"Please," she breathed. "Don't feel sorry for me. I know what I want."

A growl tore from my throat. I grabbed her hips, yanked her against me, and slammed home in one brutal thrust.

She gasped, nails digging into my shoulders. So tight. So fucking perfect. I bottomed out with a groan, forehead dropping to hers as I fought for breath.

"Fuck, Chastity," I ground out. She was everything—heat and softness and need, her body gripping me like she never wanted to let go. I pulled back slowly, watching her face, then drove in again, deeper this time. Her back arched, a broken sound spilling from her lips.

I set a punishing rhythm, each snap of my hips dragging a gasp from her. The couch creaked beneath us; the sound mixing with her breathless moans and the wet noise of my cock moving inside her. She was so wet, so ready, her body taking me like we were made for this. Like she'd been waiting for me to ruin her.

Her nails raked down my back, sharp and desperate, like she wanted to mark me the way I'd marked her. The sting of it sent a jolt straight to my cock, and I groaned against her mouth, hips snapping harder. I expected her to be hesitant, to need coaxing, to let me set the pace. But Chastity met me thrust for thrust, her body moving with mine like we'd done this a hundred times before.

Fuck.

She wasn't just taking what I gave her—she was demanding more.

Her legs locked around my waist, heels digging into my ass as she pulled me deeper. Every time I bottomed out, she made this sound—a broken gasp that turned into a moan, her voice rough with need. I'd never heard anything like it. Never felt anything like the way her body gripped me, hot and tight and mine.

I grabbed her hip with one hand, the other tangling in her hair as I angled her just right. Her breath hitched when I hit that spot inside her, her nails digging in harder. The pain only made me fuck her rougher, my control slipping with every desperate sound she made.

"Wyatt—" My name spilled from her lips like a prayer, like she'd been waiting her whole life to say it just like that. I captured her mouth again, swallowing her moans as I drove into her. She kissed me back just as fiercely, her teeth nipping at my lower lip before soothing the sting with her tongue.

I broke the kiss to look at her—really look at her. Her hair was a mess, her lips swollen, her skin flushed pink from the whiskers on my face. She was gorgeous. And the way she was looking at me—like I was the only thing that existed, like she'd never been more sure of anything in her life—it gutted me.

Her hands slid down to my ass, her short nails biting into the muscle as she urged me faster. I groaned, my rhythm faltering for just a second before I gave her what she wanted. The couch protested beneath us; the sound lost beneath her gasps and the wet, obscene noises her body made every time I filled her.

"More," she demanded, her voice raw. "Harder."

I growled, my control snapping completely. I flipped us in one rough motion, pinning her beneath me as I drove into her with everything I had. Her back arched off the couch, her tits bouncing with the force of my thrusts. I dropped my head to her neck, my teeth scraping against her pulse point as I fucked her like I'd die if I stopped.

She met every snap of my hips, her body moving with mine in a rhythm that felt like coming home. The sounds she made—broken gasps and breathless moans and my name, over and over—were going to haunt me for the rest of my life. I'd never get enough. Never stop wanting to hear them again.

Her nails raked down my back as I pounded into her, each drag of her fingers sending fire straight to my cock. I could feel her getting close—her breath coming in sharp little gasps, her body tightening around me like a fucking vise. I wanted to draw it out, make her beg, but the way she was taking me, the sounds she was making—fuck, I wasn’t going to last.

I grabbed her throat again, just enough to make her eyes flutter. Her pulse jumped beneath my fingers, her lips parting on a broken moan.

"You like that, baby?" I growled, watching her face as I fucked her harder. "Like when I remind you who owns this pretty little cunt?"

She whimpered, her hips lifting to meet every thrust. I could feel her getting wetter, her body clenching around me like she never wanted to let go.

"Say it," I demanded, my voice rough. "Tell me who you belong to."

Her breath hitched. "You."

I groaned, my cock throbbing at the sound of her voice, all breathless and needy. "That’s right. And what do you call me when I’m fucking you like this?"

She hesitated for half a second—just long enough to make me slow my hips, to make her whine in frustration.

I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. "Say it, Chastity. Or I stop."

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her voice trembling. "Daddy."