Bait(43)

I grunt as I pull out of her.

She groans as I push straight back in.

“More,” she whispers. “Give me everything.”

She’s crazier than I fucking thought, and so am I.

I shunt in hard and she cries out.

I do it again and she screams.

But she takes it. And I take her.

Her forehead is clammy against mine. Her breath playing against my lips.

She relaxes underneath me as we fall into rhythm. Her thighs loll open and her pussy welcomes me home.

I’m as close to bottoming out as I’ve ever been, my balls slapping loud against cold skin.

I want so much to land my mouth on hers, but fear it would end us both.

She takes it hard. So fucking hard.

I close my eyes against hers just to enjoy the sensation.

And she kisses me.

Gently.

Tenderly.

Her lips a ghost against mine.

My eyes open wide and hers are right there. I grip her around the throat and pound her pussy harder to punish her.

Tears spring as I watch. Her glassy eyes don’t waver.

“Hurting?” I growl.

She nods.

“Tell me to stop.”

She shakes her head.

I taste her tears before they’ve spilled. I slam my cock in all the way and the screams again.

And then I hitch myself up to change angle. She cries out as the pressure changes.

She’s hissing like a wildcat as my piercings grind the right spot. Just like Mariana did.

The similarities end right there.

My black swan’s eyes are full of sweet dark soul. Full of tenderness along with pain.

I release my grip from her throat and drop my full weight onto hers. Her fingers spring to my face and brush my jawbone as though I’m a thing of wonder.

“Come,” I growl. “Show your monster how much you like it.”

She moves her hands to my bare ass. Her fingers are as chilled as my skin. She squeezes hard, then raises her legs, grunting as she takes what she needs.

“Good girl,” I hiss. “Show me.”

She must be fucking exhausted, but she’s still going strong. Her feet must be killing her as they thrash against my legs.

When she comes undone it’s explosive. She’s louder than I expected, screaming at the moon as she goes.

I don’t do anything to quieten her. There’s no one for fucking miles.

I wouldn’t care if there was.

I don’t even wait for her to catch her breath. She’s still panting as I tear myself out of her. Her mouth is open in a scream when I scramble up and fill it with cock.

It won’t fit. It never does.

Not until I hook my fingers in her teeth and open her wide for me.

She splutters as I push my way in. Her throat bulges as I make her take it.

Her tongue feels so fucking hot against my piercings. Her eyes look so pretty as they strain.

I unload straight down her throat, cursing and straining. I leave nothing but a thick string of cum and spit between us when I’m done.

Fuck.

The beast calms.

The red mist starts to clear.

The ravaged girl underneath me rolls over. She winces as she tries to rise to her knees.

She’s fucked.

Battered, bruised, exhausted.

Freezing cold.

She shivers without my body heat, her teeth chattering as she stares at me.

I tug my jeans back up and rise to my feet.

She rearranges her dress to cover her tits. I wish she wouldn’t.

She scrambles but falters. I see the pain in her eyes as she struggles for balance on sore legs.

It’s the easiest thing in the world to scoop her up off her feet.

She doesn’t say a word as I hold her, just wraps her arms around my shoulders and presses her face to my neck.

This is all kinds of fucked up.

The way my heart pangs is all fucking kinds of fucked up.

The way I carry her so carefully, defies every rule of crazy.

But I can’t let her go.





Eighteen





When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.

George Eliot





Abigail



My monster carries me so tenderly. Securely, even over rough ground.

His shoulders are firm, his breath even. His grip is strong and steady, his body heat divine.

I’m aching. Exhausted. Sated beyond anything I’ve ever known.

My feet hang limp all the way back to his truck, my face buried into his neck for the warmth.

I can still taste him. My throat is raw with the memory of his intrusion. My pussy, too.

I can’t bear the thought of another bumpy ride in the footwell, but he opens the front passenger door and drops me onto the seat before I even protest. I can barely rest my feet on the floor they’re so sore.

I buckle myself in as he heads around to the driver’s side. I have no idea what to say as he turns the key in the ignition.

I wonder if he meant it – taking what he wants whenever he wants it. I wonder if this is a thing now.