Chapter Thirteen

Arlo and I pull up to the spot in his sleek, black Lamborghini, the gravel crunching beneath the tires as we come to a halt. The doors lift open, and we both step out simultaneously. I circle the car to meet him on the other side, my heels sinking slightly into the rocky ground as he rests his hand on my ass, escorting me toward the looming building.

The place hasn't changed since the last time I was here. It's still cold, still intense, just as I remember it. Dominic is standing outside the same room where Izzy was once locked up, his stance stiff. It's clear this time, it's Savannah behind those doors. As we approach, Arlo's phone rings, cutting through the silence. We both stop, and he reaches into his pocket, glancing down at the screen.

"It's one of the suppliers," he mutters, his expression hardening. "I need to take this. You good to handle things in there?"

I give a small nod, ready to move forward, but before I can take a step, his grip closes around my upper arm, and I glance back at him.

"Don't fucking kill anyone," he warns.

I arch an eyebrow, but I give him the smallest of nods, and he releases me. As he walks back toward the entrance to answer his call, I refocus, stepping toward Dominic.

When I stop in front of him, I look him dead in the eye. "So, what did you need us here for?"

He draws in a deep breath, his eyes shifting toward the door behind him as he responds. "We can't move forward with Savannah until you hear what she has to say."

My brows knit together, my voice growing sharper. "Since when do we care about what she has to say, Dom? Nothing should stop you from torturing that bitch."

His discomfort is obvious as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his black jeans.

"Trust me, you're gonna want to hear this." He says, looking away.

Suspicion creeps into my veins, but I gesture for him to step aside. As he does, I pull my pistol from my bag, the weight of it cold in my hand. I cock it back, feeling the power of it steady me before I step into the dimly lit room.

The moment I enter, the air changes—thick and heavy with previous murders. Savannah is slumped and bound in a chair in the center of the room, her head down, breaths ragged. I glance around at the shadows in the corners, where men silently watch, like predators waiting for a signal. My heels echo ominously as I approach and when I stop in front of her, I cock my head slightly, waiting for her to acknowledge me.

Finally, she lifts her eyes, and I raise a brow, taking in the bitter glint in her gaze. Her eyes slowly trail over me, filled with disdain, like she's forgotten her current situation, as if she still holds some kind of power here. Then, like the stupid girl she's always been, she starts laughing—loud and unhinged, her matted blonde hair partially shielding her face.

I remain perfectly still, watching her pathetic attempt to provoke me, not giving her an inch. It's almost comical, how she thinks she can get under my skin. When her laughter dies down, she straightens herself in the chair, her smirk creeping back as she fixes her gaze on me.

"Well, well. I didn't expect the Queen of Darkness to grace us with her presence."

That twisted smile of hers, the one I used to want to slap right off her face, now ignites something darker inside me. I don't respond, keeping my expression unreadable, but the weight of my gun feels more tempting by the second. She perks up suddenly, craning her neck to look past me.

"Is Master Arlo here too?" she asks, her voice filled with fake excitement.

My jaw clenches, teeth grinding together, but I still don't say a word.

"You know, I'm actually surprised you're still with him."

I raise a brow at her words but remain silent, letting her dig her own grave. She leans forward, her voice lowering as she stares deep into my eyes, like she's trying to pierce through my composure.

"I mean, he killed his own wife. Ditched his kid. And you—while you were pregnant for six months, no less. Oh, and he fucked me while he was with you."

The last part suddenly hits me like a gut punch, but I force myself to keep my face neutral. She's just baiting me, surely. She's just trying to crack my control. Despite knowing this, I feel the deceit rising in my chest, my palms sweating around the cold grip of my gun as she continues, her mouth curling into a sneer.

"Well, I'm not sure if you were together or not. He told me you had left him because we were getting married."

I stare her down, my heart pounding in my ears.

"The only thing that put me off during those nights with him," she says, leaning closer, her voice mocking, "was seeing your initial carved into his palm every time he wrapped it around my throat. But that cock ring he wears... made it all worthwhile."

The surge of rage that floods through me is instant, my vision narrowing to a pinpoint and before I can think, my hand flies up, the back of it crashing against her face with a sharp crack. Her head snaps to the side, and for a moment, the room is still.

Then, slowly, she turns her face back toward me, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but she starts laughing again, that same hollow, insane laugh.

"You couldn't possibly believe he'd change for you," she spits, her eyes gleaming with hatred. "You dumb bitch. Arlo Hayes doesn't change for anyone."

I lose it.

Without a second thought, I lunge forward, grabbing Savannah's face in a vice grip, my fingers digging into her cheeks, forcing her mouth open. Her startled breath is short-lived as I jam the barrel of my gun between her lips, shoving it inside until it hits the back of her throat. She gags, her wide eyes locking onto mine in panic and confusion, but I don't stop. I lean in closer, our faces inches apart, and hiss through clenched teeth.

"Do you know what? I don't think we need you. How about I make you eat fucking bullets instead?"

Her eyes bulge, her breath ragged as I push the gun deeper, her throat convulsing around the cold metal. The power thrumming through me is intoxicating, and for a brief second, I seriously consider pulling the trigger right here, right now and be done with it.

"She's claiming she's pregnant, Wren." Dom's voice slices through the moment.

I freeze, the words hitting me like ice water, but I don't release her. I keep my grip tight, my gun still lodged in her mouth, her wet, bloodshot eyes staring back at me, pleading. I can feel the weight of Dominic's words settling over me, but I shove it away. Remembering all that she's said and done, I push the gun further, making her gag violently, her body convulsing.

The door creaks open behind me, and before I can process it, I hear Arlo's deep, menacing voice.

"Wren…"

It's low, commanding, edged with warning. I grind my teeth, resisting the urge to snap, my hand trembling as I contemplate ending this pathetic excuse of a human in front of me. My heart pounds in my ears, drowning out the rational side of me, but Arlo's presence pulls me back just enough.

With a sharp yank, I withdraw the gun from her mouth, watching as she gasps for air, saliva, and blood pooling at the corners of her lips. I release her face, shoving her back roughly. She slumps in the chair, panting, eyes still wide with terror, and I can feel my entire body vibrating with the need for violence. For her murder.

"Your days are numbered, Savannah," I snarl. "And it will be my honor to be the one to end it all for you."

I turn on my heels, fully intending to walk out of this shithole, but Savannah, in all her stupidity, just can't resist running her mouth one last time.

"Yeah, yeah, if you were going to hurt me, you would've done it by now, you fucking pussy. You ain't an Elite, and you'll never be one."

My blood runs cold, and before I can even think, I whirl back around, my movements fast. My finger pulls the trigger without hesitation, and the room erupts with the sound of two gunshots. Both bullets hit their mark—her knees. Savannah's scream pierces the air, ringing off the walls as she throws her head back in agony, writhing in the chair. The pain rips through her, contorting her face, and I watch her squirm, the power surging back into my veins.

"Wren!" Arlo's voice booms through the room, deep and furious. His anger is clear, but I don't care. Not right now. Not when I've made her feel even a fraction of the pain she's caused.

I stand there for a second longer, breathing heavily through clenched teeth, watching her as she thrashes in her chair, blood pooling under her as she sobs, her tough act shattered.

Satisfied, I turn around again, not sparing her another glance. As I stride past Arlo, who's standing there enraged, I warn him angrily, my eyes flashing with fury.

"Don't ever tell me what to do in front of these people again."

I don't wait for his response, I'm seething inside, rage coiling tighter around my chest with every step I take. I feel his eyes boring into my back, but I don't stop. As I reach the door, I shout to the men standing guard.

"Fucking test her!"

I march down the corridor, the clicking of my heels echoing off the cold walls as I shove my gun into my bag, my mind a tangled mess. I hear Arlo catching up with me, his heavy footsteps growing louder and when he's close enough, his hand clamps down on my arm. I immediately yank it free with more force than necessary and keep walking.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he asks sharply, but I don't turn around.

My emotions are spiraling, boiling over, and I can't think straight. Did he really fuck Savannah? How would she know about certain things if there wasn't some truth to her words? Each question chips away at my self-control.

When I finally step outside, the cool night breeze hits my heated skin and I make my way toward Arlo's car, heading for the passenger side. I stop by the door, my head hanging low as I try to steady myself, try to make sense of the chaos swirling inside me.

He follows, his presence overwhelming, suffocating. I can feel him looming behind me, like he's waiting for something—anything—to break the silence between us.

"Wren…" he says, almost hesitant, but I don't let him finish.

"I just want to go home, Arlo." I cut him off, barely above a whisper, but it's enough to make him stop pushing me.

For a second, he doesn't say anything, and as soon as the car doors lift, I slide into the passenger seat, not sparing him a glance.

As we drive through the dark, deserted roads, the world outside feels as distant as my thoughts. I slip my heels off, the cool air grazing my bare feet, while I fix my gaze out the window beside me, trying to untangle the mess inside my head. I need to think smart, but the anger simmering beneath the surface is clouding everything.

"I thought we agreed you'd fucking listen to me," Arlo's says, cutting through the silence, sharp and irritated.

I raise an eyebrow, my tone flat, masking the fury underneath. "Yeah, well, kind of hard when that bitch was taunting me."

"And you're just gonna let every person who taunts you catch a bullet? It's been one day, Wren. One fucking day."

My brows pull together, my eyes narrowing as I look at him, the anger clawing its way to the surface. "Don't you dare throw that at me. How many times have you acted on impulse and killed someone? Huh? I bet it's a lot more than once, Arlo."

He turns his head slightly, meeting my glare with one of his own, his voice colder than ever. "You ain't me."

I scoff, rolling my eyes, the bitterness dripping in my tone. "Clearly."

His knuckles turn white as he grips the wheel harder. "What the fuck is with your attitude? What did she say that's got you acting like this?"

My heart pounds in my chest, the hurt blending with rage and I shoot him a pointed look. "I don't know, Arlo. Why don't you tell me?" I bite out.

He's quiet for a moment, the tension rising until I can barely stand it and continue. "The week I left you because you were marrying her—ring any bells?"

Suddenly, he swerves the car off the road, pulling over onto a deserted stretch of dried mud before he cuts the engine. The abrupt stop jolts me, and a surge of fear and anger hits like a freight train. Before I even know what I'm doing, my hand darts in my bag, pulling out my gun, and in a blind rage, I aim it directly at him.

The air between us turns electric, charged with the raw threat of violence. My chest rises and falls as I pant heavily, staring into his dark, cold eyes, but of course, he doesn't flinch. He never does.

"I suggest you put that fucking gun down," he growls, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. There's a seriousness in his tone that makes me second-guess myself for a moment, but I don't lower it. Not yet.

Instead, I tilt my head to the side. "How about I just kill you, Arlo?"

As soon as the threat escapes me, his lips curl into a sinister smirk—a look that sends chills through me. Before I can even process what's happening, he moves faster than I can track. In one fluid motion, he disarms me, wrenching the gun from my hand in a way that leaves me startled.

Now it's him pointing my gun at me.

"You were saying, you fucking idiot?" he snickers.

I clench my teeth at his words, my pulse pounding in my ears as we lock eyes in icy, intense silence. Eventually, I tear my gaze away and look forward, biting back the fury swirling inside me.

"Now fucking speak."

"There's no point," I spit out, trembling with anger. "You'll just deny it."

He chuckles, a dark, mocking sound that makes my blood boil. I whip my head to the side, glaring furiously, but he just shakes his, unfazed.

"She said we fucked."

I stare straight ahead once again, refusing to engage. The truth is, I don't know what to believe anymore. My thoughts are a mess, my emotions all over the place.

"How many times are you going to believe that stupid cunt, Wren?" he asks before continuing. "She's getting in your head, and you're letting her. You're letting her fucking control you."

My eyes flash with fury, and I finally snap. "Maybe this time, I fucking believe it, Arlo."

His smirk disappears immediately, replaced with something colder, darker. His jaw clamps down, and his eyes harden.

"Get the fuck out." He barks sharply.

The words hit me, and for a second, I can't breathe. My brows furrow in confusion as the gun remains aimed on me. His face a mask of annoyance as he presses the button on his door and both of our doors lift.

He suddenly shouts, his tone booming with a fury I haven't heard from him in months. "I said, get the fuck out!"

My heart pounds erratically as I notice the aggression and severity in his eyes, a side of Arlo I thought had long been buried. With a deep swallow, I take a slow step out

of the car. The cool ground meets my bare feet as I land on the mud, and I look around to find we're parked next to a towering cornfield that seems to stretch endlessly under the full moon's bright light.

As I glance back, I see him circling the front of the car, his towering figure looming in the darkness. I take a few hesitant steps backward as he halts a few feet away, holding my gun casually by his side, his gaze fixed on me with an unsettling calmness.

"Come on, then," he says bitterly. "Allow me to explain myself so you can fucking feel better."

His attitude pissing me off, but I fight to maintain my composure. Just as I'm about to respond, he raises the gun, aiming it directly at me with a serious expression.

"Fucking speak, Wren."

"Arlo, you're not going to shoot me. Put down the gun."

He suddenly lets off a bullet, smashing into the ground beside me and I jump with fear. My heart pounds wildly as I stare at him with wide eyes. His once familiar, commanding presence now feels dangerously unstable.

"SPEAK!" His yell is like a thunderclap, sending a tremor through me.

I stutter, my voice betraying my anxiety. "Your... your pierced dick."

He raises an eyebrow. "What the fuck about it?"

"Well, how the hell would she know?"

Arlo's gaze sharpens, and he takes a step forward and when he pauses, his eyes narrow as he delivers a blunt truth that sinks into my gut.

"We went to high school together. I was so high on cocaine one night that I pierced my own fucking dick. Everyone in that school knew; it was the talk for months."

His straightforward confession leaves me grappling with the guilt that's now settling inside me. The stupidity of it all hits me like a cold wave, and I feel the sharp sting of embarrassment for letting it get this far.

"Next," he demands.

"Let's just forget about it." I murmur with a swallow.

His expression hardens, and he aims the gun more strongly, his teeth clenched in frustration. "I said fucking next."

His intense gaze shows how far I've pushed him. How pissed off he is. As I gather my thoughts, I clear my throat, trying to steady myself.

"My initial on your palm. She saw it when you wrapped it around her throat."

He shrugs his shoulders, "The only time she could have noticed that was when I broke into her Daddy's house and slapped my palm over her big fucking mouth when I killed him in front of her, the same night I killed my own father."

When he says that, so calm and honestly, I'm left grappling with the brutal truth of the past. I second-guess myself. Everything I've been through—Arlo's death, just giving birth a few months ago, my parents' deceit—is it all finally catching up to me? I don't want to make excuses for myself, but how can anyone blame me for having trust issues? Even Arlo. Just when I thought things were getting better with my mental health, something so simple has spiralled me out of control.

It feels like I've been trying to stitch myself back together, but the seams keep coming undone. Every new lie, every new heartbreak just tugs at those fragile threads, leaving me exposed. I want to believe I'm strong enough to handle it all, but some days, it's like the past swallows me whole. Maybe I've been fooling myself into thinking I'm fine, that I'm ready to be back here, that I'm healed.

I was wrong, I shouldn't have doubted him and while I can't undo what's been said and done, I can at least offer an apology.

I take a cautious step forward. "Arlo, I'm sor—"

"Fuck your apologies, Wren," he interrupts, still seething with fury and hurt. "You have no fucking trust in me. After everything we've been through, no matter how much of a cunt I was or am, one thing I've always been is faithful, even when weren't officially together."

"I know, but…"

"Fuck your buts! You're about to find your trust in me all over again, the hard way."

His eyes blaze with a fierce intensity as he takes a step closer, his presence almost deadly.

"You're about to meet the old me—the twisted fucking beast you somehow fell in love with—the one you found your trust in."

A shiver scurries down my spine, a fusion of fear and a thrill coursing through me.

"Run, Slut. Run fast." He bites out darkly, taking another step in my direction, his eyes burning with something sinister.

I hesitate, confusion and fear battling within me as I take a few steps backward.

"I said fucking run!" he barks harshly, causing my body to jerk. "Tick. Fucking. Tock!"

The gun swings toward my feet, and he fires several shots, the deafening sound cracking through the night. The bullets strike the muddy ground near me, forcing me to take a desperate leap as I whirl around and scream, driven by panic.

I sprint into the darkness, the towering cornfields blurring past me in a dizzying rush until I spot an opening to my left. I veer toward it, skidding across the rough ground as I scramble for get away. I run into what appears to be a corn maze, and the further I get into it, the darker it becomes.

I continue running deeper, gasping for air, my heart pounding against my rib cage, and my legs aching from the effort.

When I come to a sudden stop, I stoop over, resting my palms on my thighs as I battle for breath. As soon as I'm ready, I stand straight and glance over my shoulder, instantly spotting his intimidating silhouette standing still and menacing in the distance.

Bastard.

I completely face him and when my vision begins to adjust to the darkness, I notice right away that he has a black balaclava on, which causes me to grin.

As we stare at each other from afar, I realize that this is more of a thrill for me than straight fear. I'm beginning to realize what's going on between us. He loves to chase, and I love to be caught. This is where our trust is placed; this is where it was built, and it has always been obvious; I just didn't grasp it fully until now.

This man is acutely aware of what he is doing at all times.

In all the finest ways, Arlo Hayes is a wicked, sadistic genius, an enigmatic manipulator who will expose his trustworthiness by playing these cruel games that should have the opposite effect on me; they should make me fear him and lose all faith, but they don't; they make me trust him more than anybody I have ever met in my entire life. Because deep down, I know he would never intentionally hurt me; he loves me in the most beautifully unhinged way.

I contemplate flipping his game, seeing as he wants to exploit my weaknesses; maybe it's time I highlight his.

Let's play.

I reach behind me, sliding the zipper of my dress down, and while keeping my gaze locked on him, I push the sleeves down my arms and shimmy the dress over my hips. I kick the dress aside once it pools at my bare feet, standing there in just my black bra and panties. I bend slightly, taunting him with a crooked finger, daring him to chase me again. His arm moves, and after a moment, I see the glint of a blade catching the moonlight.

My stomach drops, and I murmur, "Oh, fuck."

He starts running toward me at an alarming speed, and I yelp before darting into the cornfield beside me rather than sticking to the path. I crash through the corn, leaves and stalks whipping against my exposed skin, my hair flying over my shoulders. My bare feet scrape over the rocky, muddy earth, each step feeling like a punishment as I sprint blindly through the dark.

Suddenly, I hear rustling from my far-right side, the sound closing in at breakneck speed. It's him, and the realization sends a fresh surge of adrenaline through me. I push myself as fast as my tired legs will go, but soon I see him running alongside me, keeping pace despite his distance. He turns his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes behind the mask, and we race side by side until he suddenly lunges. I skid to a stop, digging my heels into the mud and landing hard on my ass.

He flies through the air in front of me, narrowly missing me before crashing into the corn beside me. I scramble to my feet, laughing, and sprint off again, trying to zigzag to make it harder for him to catch me. But as the chase drags on, my legs start to give out, my pace slowing.

Without warning, I'm shoved to the side, hitting the ground with a thud. The corn cuts into my skin, and I groan as I hear Arlo's heavy breathing beside me. I glance over and see him on his hands and knees, his head lowered as he catches his breath.

When he finally lifts his head, our eyes lock as he crawls toward me with a stern look, grabbing my hips and pulling me roughly towards him with a sharp yank.

"Such a fast little thing," he says, his words laced with a dangerous edge.

He hovers over me, one hand planted firmly on the mud next to my head, kneeling between my legs. With a swift flick, he reveals his knife, the glint of the blade making my heart skip a beat. I instinctively raise my chin as he presses the sharpened edge to my throat.

"Do you run from me because you're scared, slut? Or do you run because you know if I catch you, I'll do whatever the fuck I want to you?" he growls, his words distorted and even more terrifying through the balaclava.

I stare deeply into his black eyes peeking through, "Both but also because I trust you." I mumble breathlessly, but honestly.

When I say that, his gaze lands on my lips, realizing his plan worked. When his eyes swing to mine, he drags the point of his blade down my chest. I cease breathing when he slips it beneath the bust of my bra and quickly slices through it. I can tell he's losing patience as soon as he tosses his knife to the side, rips his balaclava from his head, and throws it away before swiftly grabbing my throat.

He lowers his face near mine, his nose brushing against my own, our lips barely touching. The connection sends shivers cascading down my spine before he finally captures my lips in a searing kiss.

I respond eagerly, our tongues meeting in a frenzied dance. We make out like two frantic savages who have been starved for each other, his large body pressing down on mine, completely smothering me with his weight and heat. The intensity of our kiss deepens, each movement filled with raw, unrestrained desire.

As he flexes his hips against me, adding pressure to my aching core, I feel his stiff cock in his pants, letting me know how aroused he is at the thought of us fucking after all these months. I secure my legs tightly around his waist, my arm thrown over his shoulders as he slides his around the bottom of my back and draws me into him as he sits back on his knees.

I perch on his thighs, our fierce kiss unbroken, and he rips my sliced bra off my body before hurling it into the greenery. My fingers work frantically to unbutton his shirt, feeling the urgency in our movements as he reaches for his blade. With a swift, practiced motion, he slices through the strings of my panties, tearing them from my body and leaving me completely naked.

I pull my lips from his, gasping for breath against his mouth as I feverishly slide his shirt down his muscular arms. The moonlight casts a silver glow on his ripped, fully tatted torso, highlighting every contour and line.

My hands roam over his chest, feeling the heat of his skin and the strength beneath it, as our breaths mingle in the cool night air.

His eyes burn with a primal power, and I can feel the raw need radiating from him. The anticipation between us is electric, every touch and movement charged. I press my body against his, feeling the hard planes of his muscles against my bare tits, and I know that this moment will be seared into my memory forever.

He grips my ass and drags me further up his thighs. I wrap my arms tightly around the back of his neck, driving my tongue deep into his mouth once more. He growls against me, smacking each of my cheeks and tightening his grasp. With one hand on the small of my back to keep me in place, his fingers travel down the crack of my ass, skimming over my asshole until he can feel my pussy.

"Such a wet, slutty cunt, desperate and dripping at the thought of me fucking you into oblivion," he murmurs.

He presses his fingertips into me from beneath, collecting my moisture before returning to my asshole. He rubs his fingers over it, covering it with my slickness, letting me know that he is going to do exactly what he wants to me tonight. The wait is slowly destroying me, and I feel entirely needy for it.

"Please just fuck me, Arlo," I beg shamefully. "Fuck me so good until I can't take anymore."

I reach between us, unbuckling his belt and tugging down his zipper with eagerness. My fingers tremble as I press my hand into his boxers, wrapping my palm around his big cock. I pry him free, feeling the weight and stiffness of him in my hand, and run the tip up and down the slit of my soaked pussy, teasing us both.

My eyes dart up to see him carefully observing me, his gaze dark and intense. Suddenly, he leans forward, causing me to slide off his thighs and land on my back in the flattened corn and mud. He rushes down, capturing my lips in an aggressive kiss, panting heavily with sexual frustration. Our bodies buck against one another as I feel him release his cock fully between us, the hard length of it pressing demandingly against my stomach. His hands roam over my body, gripping and caressing with a desperate urgency, and I arch into him, craving the connection and the release that only he can provide.

"Fuck it," he murmurs against my lips.

That tells me he wanted to play first, but it's clear we both need this. He sets the tip of his pierced cock at my entrance before suddenly sliding into me for the first time in what has felt like an eternity.

As he stretches me, I feel my body tighten around him, and he lets out a raspy growl. "Oh, shit."

I've never heard Arlo speak like that during sex, but it sets my entire body on fire to hear his pleasure vocalized. When he's balls deep inside of me, I revel in the sensation of being completely full of him again. He wastes no time in drawing back before driving his cock back into me with full force, eliciting a loud moan from me. The intensity of his thrusts sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, each one more powerful than the last.

"Fuck, it feels so good to be inside of you again," he groans.

Feeling his piercing brush against my walls, I part my legs wider beside him, inviting him to penetrate me even deeper. He growls in approval, lowering his lips to the side of my neck, where he licks and nips at the delicate skin with his teeth.

I rake my nails up his tattooed back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath my touch. He reaches down and grabs a handful of my ass, squeezing it possessively. When our eyes lock, dark and intense, he lowers his brow to rest on mine.

"I'm not going to last five fucking minutes; your cunt feels too good around me," he admits, his breath hot and ragged against my lips. The confession sends a thrill through me, and I tighten my grip on him, urging him to keep going.

"Cum on me, then shove your cock back in and fuck me senseless as many times as we both need, Arlo," I demand, desperate for my climax. "Please don't stop."

When he hears that, his lips collide with mine again with a deep snarl, and as soon as things get heated between us, he slams his cock into my pussy with such power that I start to scream. My entire body stiffens, and I clench around him, but he simply lays his hand on my inner thigh, holding it open wide, while his other hand grasps my throat, squeezing fiercely, suffocating my cries, and forcing me to accept his onslaught.

He brings his face down close to mine, his eyes burning with dominance, to demonstrate his entire authority over me. "Shut the fuck up and take it like I know you can, you little slut. You've been fucking desperate for my big cock, teasing the fuck out of both of us, now show me how much you want me to destroy this tight cunt."

His words send untameable arousal through me, and I arch my back, pushing myself closer to him. I can feel the pressure building inside me, the need for release becoming unbearable. His plunges are relentless, each one driving me closer to the edge, and I know that I am about to come undone beneath him.

Feeling his cock expand, I am just about to erupt from the ecstasy, but he presses on my neck before sitting back without warning, completely pulling out of me. The ache in my pussy is agony, desperate to come, but as he shoots his hot cum up my stomach and tits with a growl, he drives his two long fingers into me and starts fucking me with them while continuing to jerk his cock at the same time. I scream, flinging my head back as he hits the spot exactly where I needed it.

"Fucking squirt from this pretty pussy," he commands, his deep words filled with animalistic desire. "Drench me with what I do to you."

My body convulses, and I feel the intense rush of my orgasm building. His fingers work me mercilessly, and I explode, squirting over his hand just as he wanted. He groans in satisfaction, fingers forcing me through wave after wave of pleasure, making me come repeatedly until I can't take it any longer.

I reach down, grabbing his wrist, my hips twitching to his slowing down rhythm. He retracts his fingers from my now-dripping, pulsating pussy and splits my thighs wide apart before tilting down and devouring me with his tongue and lips, absorbing the magic he just managed to release from me.

I raise my elbow and reach down, locking my fingers into his hair, forcing his face to sink even more against me.

"Fuck, I love it when you eat my pussy." I gasp out, unable to get oxygen in my lungs quick enough.

He abruptly withdraws, leaning back on his knees, and clamps his grip on my hips, tossing me onto my front with a frustrated snarl. He elevates my hips, causing my ass to soar into the air, and dives right back in. I can hear his belt jingling as he removes it from the pants as he continues to eat me from behind. He pulls away from me again when I feel him snatch my wrists and tighten them with his belt behind my back.

When he's finished, he cocks his leg over and straddles me backwards, hands on my ass. He slides his broad, warm hands over the curvature of my cheeks, smacking them both before separating them.

I moan loudly when he spits on my asshole before diving his tongue into it. He annihilates it, savaging me like a hungry beast and showing no mercy on me, keeping my cheeks wide. He then runs his fingers up and down my wet pussy before encircling my clit briefly and then driving his fingers deep inside my pussy while he eats my ass.

My hands clench into fists from the incredible pleasure, my legs shaking as he simultaneously fingers me before pausing, lifting his head, spitting again, and slipping a finger inside my asshole.

"Both these tight little holes haven't been full of me in months. Tonight, I'm going to fucking wreck them." He promises.

I relax, allowing him to do whatever he wants to me without protest, and when he gets all the way in, he starts to finger both of my holes in sync.

"Oh, god." I groan.

With a growling sound in his throat, he bites my ass cheeks, thrusting them until he chooses to add a second finger. He immediately resumes his savagery, plunging both my ass and pussy, and I can feel his knuckles pushing against my walls.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to come again."

When he hears me gasp that, he gets even more forceful, dipping and twirling, demolishing me and seeking for my eruption.

As soon as it hits, my entire body tingles and tightens as I scream. Of course, he doesn't cease his relentless assault on me; instead, he wrecks me until I'm entirely destroyed.

Once he rips his fingers out of me, he separates my cheeks again and spits on my asshole before devouring both of my destroyed openings. As he draws back, delivering me one last sharp swat across the ass and rising off me, I pant heavily in the soil.

I wait for a second, not knowing where he is, before pushing my body off the ground and sitting back on my knees, head down, attempting to regain my composure after all the heightened pleasure my body has just experienced. When I'm functioning properly, I raise my head and glance over my shoulder to see him on his knees, observing me and allowing me space to recuperate.

I turn my body and walk on my knees toward him, not yet finished with him. I come to a halt in front of him, my arms still bound behind my back, before hooking my legs over his thighs. To keep me steady, he grabs my ass cheeks and glides me up them with no effort at all.

I seize his lips, forcing my tongue into his mouth as we ferociously kiss, and I push my hips against him, demanding more of his cock.

He bruisingly squeezes my ass, and when he breaks off the kiss, he grasps a fistful of my back hair, exposing his teeth against my lips.

"You want more, you greedy fucking slut?" he bites.

"Yes, please, Daddy." I whisper, totally pushing his buttons.

He suddenly yanks my head back, making me wince, and seductively licks his pierced tongue all the way up the front of my throat, making my pussy clench. When I feel him reach between us, I lift my body before swallowing his dick with my pussy. I let out a big dragging gasp as he fills me up before he slaps and squeezes my ass again.

"Fucking ride me and don't dare stop until I'm filling your cunt with my cum."

I bounce on his dick at his order, and with my head still pulled back, he squeezes and raises one of my heavy, jiggling breasts before sucking my rigid nipple into his mouth. He eats it, drawing it back with his teeth before biting and consuming it again.

I slam my pussy down on him full force, desperate to feel him smash into my cervix when he suddenly releases my hair. As he reaches around, I bring my head forward while he frees my wrists, and as soon as they are, I wrap my arms around his neck, pushing my tits against his naked chest, and kiss him.

For some time, I ride him, not being able to get enough, while his hands glide over the curve of my ass and back. When I sense another climax approaching, I press my brow against his, moaning right in front of his face, my skin breaking out in sweat as I whisper breathlessly.

"You feel so good inside me; I can't get enough of you."

I chase my orgasm, and he helps me with his hands on my ass until I'm coming again, and as I do, I moan and fling my head back, my legs trembling from the strength of the euphoria. He continues ramming me down into him until I feel his dick swell before releasing deep inside of me.

He growls and pushes his forehead against my chest. I pant loudly, continuing to rock my hips until we're both done. While we try to restore our breathing, I shift my head forward and wrap my arms a little tighter around his neck, pressing my lips to the top of his head.

When he raises his head, he wraps his powerful arms around me, kisses my lips forcefully, and we fall to the ground. He turns me around on my stomach, showing me that he isn't finished yet. He sits up, straddling the back of my thighs and as he leans over me, he braces himself with his forearm beside my head.

He reaches down, grabbing his hard shaft once more and guiding himself to my asshole. My eyes close as he rests his brow on my temple, and he lets out a low growl as he slowly starts to press his pierced tip inside the tight opening. I wince, my nose scrunching up as he stretches me out, feeling the heaviness of his grith inside me. The sensation is always odd at first and when he is balls deep, we both let out a tense breath.

As soon as he starts to thrust his big dick in my ass, I can't help but moan and squirm beneath him. He lifts himself, taking each of my wrists, pressing them down firmly in the mud beside me as he places his bodyweight on them.

Once he is satisfied, keeping me bound and helpless, he moves right away. He fucks my ass hard, striking as deep as he can get himself. His hips slap against my cheeks, making the thick flesh ripple and bounce around him, the loud sound merging with both our pleasured moans.

"That's it…" he snarls above me.

Thrust.

"Take every inch…"

Thrust, thrust.

"In your tight…"

Thrust.

"Fucking…"

Thrust.

"Asshole."

I struggle for air, the sensation of his cock destroying me so intense that I'm left gasping. I arch my back, lifting my ass so he can hit harder at the right angle, and he does, smashing into me until we both come once again. As I convulse around him, his big cock enlarges, a slight beat through his length as he empties himself. He gives a few more hard trusts with a satisfied growl, then slips out of me, falling on the ground beside me.

Wrapping his arm around me, he drags me closer to him for warmth and comfort. I nestle into his side as he lies on his back, my arm over his middle with my cheek on his strong chest. He rests one hand on my ass and glides his other delicately over mine.

We stare up at the stars in silence; the sky is so clear that there appears to be a cluster of galaxies above us, the soft glow of deep pinks and purples illuminating the night. I catch a few shooting stars streaking across the atmosphere, quick yet beautiful. In moments like this, it feels like the rest of the world fades away, and it's just the two of us. If I could, I'd freeze time right here—just me and him, where nothing else matters.

"I'm sorry, Arlo." I murmur finally.

He places his hand on my chin, lifts it, and forces me to gaze up at him.

"I would never do that to you. You've always meant everything to me," he says, his dark eyes filled with sincerity. "Even when I didn't want to admit it, I still felt it."

"I know. It's not you. I'm just feeling a little insecure right now, I suppose."

He gently shakes his head, his gaze never leaving mine. "You have nothing to feel insecure about. You're beautiful, your heart is pure, and I worship you with every inch of my soul. You own it, Wren; it's fucking yours, and it always will be."

My heart melts and he takes a deep breath, gazing up at the starlit sky. "You see all these stars? How they glow. Each one is brighter and different than the last. There's so many to choose from, it's impossible to pick the best?" he asks before his eyes lock onto my lips, and I nod gently, unsure where he is going with this.

"You couldn't be compared to any of them. Do you know why?" His tone drops, sending a shiver down my spine before we return our eyes to the clear night sky above us.

"Because you're not a fucking star, Wren. You're the darkness behind them, the atmosphere that holds every single galaxy and planet in place. You're beyond compare, beyond the best, beyond the beauty, just like you're beyond any other fucking woman that walks this earth. That's how I see you. In my eyes, you're the very universe that keeps me together."

My soul clenches at his raw words, my breath catching and my eyes brim with tears. I gently lift my head, resting my chin on his pec as I scan his eyes.

"Thank you for saying that." I whisper, my words carrying the heaviness of my emotions.

He lets out a deep breath and reaches up, brushing a tear from my cheek as it falls when I blink.

"I've never been good at expressing feelings," he admits. "I was taught to shut them down, or not have any at all. I'm not the most romantic man, but I like to think I've stuck to my beliefs and one of them will always be loyalty to those I love as much as I love you. You don't ever have to worry about me in that regard."

I slide up his chest, pressing my body to his, and bring my lips closer. "You're perfect as you are. Never second-guess yourself. Maybe I'm just feeling too lucky to have a man like you."

He smirks, running his fingers through my hair and placing his palm gently on my neck, his thumb stroking my jaw.

"Shut the fuck up," he says with a smirk, his eyes betraying his own feelings.

I giggle as he pulls me into a kiss, his hand firmly cradling the back of my neck. We linger in the tenderness of sometime, and when we finally break apart, he sits up.

"We should get a hotel for the night," he suggests, tossing me his shirt when we stand.

I blink, confused, as I wrap it around my dirt-smudged body.

"We can't walk into a hotel like this, Arlo."

"Says the fuck who?" he shoots back with an arched eyebrow.

I roll my eyes but smile as he drapes his arm around my shoulders. Together, we make our way through the trampled cornfield path, pausing every now and then to kiss as we try to find our way back to the maze exit.