Chapter 14

The sounds of heavy breathing are deafening in the aftermath. The fight has gone out of me. I’m like a wounded animal seeking a dark corner into which I can retreat and hide.

Eyes closed, I count in my head. The numbers keep getting jumbled, and I have to start again, but it gives me a focus amid the frantic churning in my gut.

The bed creaks. I shudder. If they start again, I swear I will lose my mind.

A low moan.

An angry growl, the rustle of clothing, and footsteps coming closer.

“Give her to me.”

I hated Ash a moment ago, but I cling to him, terrified he might agree to Seb’s barked demand.

Seb growls, like my apparent reluctance pisses him off. Well, fuck him. He should have thought about that before he fucked someone else.

“I think she’s happy where she is,” Ash replies. Calm. Perhaps with a hint of provocation.

“Don’t fucking go there,” Seb snarls.

Ash shifts, and his fingers enclose my wrists before pulling them from around his neck.

“No!”

“He is safer than me,” Ash says as if that makes any sense.

A viper den would be safer than anywhere near either of these men, only I’m not given any choice, and as soon as Ash frees my clawing fingers, Seb’s arm closes around my waist, and he plucks me from Ash’s lap.

I rail at him, thrash, kick, and pound him with my fists as he carries me, dangling over one arm, past Noah, who is sprawled out on the couch, back into our room.

Here he strips me, strips himself, and shoves me onto the bed, where he presses right up close, caging me against the wall. His cock is hard and a little sticky where he was inside her, and it only ramps up my savage need to fight.

“For fuck’s sake,” he growls.

I’m not ready when he flips me onto my back, drops his weight on me, and pins my hands above my head. Her scent lingers on him—I want to scour him with bleach.

“I thought you didn’t want me,” he taunts, blue eyes bright in the dim light. “I thought you wanted Ash?”

“Fuck you!”

His laugh is dark, and I don’t recognize the look on his face, but it makes me strain harder to buck him off.

He shifts, forcing first one knee and then the other between my thighs in a deliberate, controlled move until the head of his thick cock nestles at my entrance. And, really, it is almost comical how easily he does this, what little effect my struggles have, and how helpless I am.

I’m so conflicted I can’t even use my counting-in-my-head-distraction trick.

He is baiting me, playing a sick game because we both know he can’t—and won’t—do this without Ash’s permission.

My thighs quiver with the strain of trying to close under him as I delude myself I have some control here. I should relax—the moment I do, he will laugh and roll away, and this will be over.

Except I can’t relax. And he stares down at me through the gloom, his cock flexing at my entrance, making all the little nerves there flutter, even as my soul crawls for that dark corner where I can hide.

“You want me,” he says. But there is nothing mocking in his words this time: it’s more a statement of fact.

His cock head keeps sliding against my pussy, and I can feel how wet I am. My legs are shaking hard now. I can’t process what’s happening to me or why I’m responding like this, but when we’re together, it’s like the two of us are strapped to a powder keg with a very short fuse attached already burning down—an explosion is inevitable.

Then he drops more weight, holding my eyes, and I’m so fucking wet he just sinks into me—with the cock he has just had inside her.

“I hate you.” My lips tremble, and tears prick my eyes before they spill out down the side of my face and into my hair.

“I know, princess. Go ahead and hate me.” He is still pushing into me, and I squirm, a sob bursting from my chest as a sense of hopelessness sweeps over me like a slow rising tide.

And he’s still sinking deeper, stretching me, turning my sobs to choppy breaths as I realize that he is not going to stop—that this is really happening—and how impossibly thick he feels.

I burn and ache inside, but I’m so wet that nothing I do can prevent his determined penetration.

Pressure, so much pressure. I feel consumed by him. Violated. But at the same time, I’ve been so empty, and in a terrible, twisted way, he’s easing me, filling the emptiness up.

His face lowers into the curve where my shoulder and throat meet, and he runs the tip of his nose all the way to my ear. Our hips are not flush together, but he remains still. Inside, I can feel him flexing as my pussy flutters and pulses with unwholesome arousal.

He’s going to stop soon, pull out, and this lesson, whatever it is, will be over.

“Fuck, you feel good.” His low, growled words beside my ear are like fuel on my fire.

Then he leans up onto his elbows, snaps his hips forward, and penetrates me fully in a single savage stroke.

My lips pop open in a silent scream, and my hips arch up in a way that only helps him drive deeper still.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” His coarse, muttered words, steeped in desperation, unravel me. Spreading his knees wide, he rises further and, releasing my wrists, clamps his big hands at my waist…

And pounds into me.

Short, sharp strokes that open me up over and over again while I’m tossed about the bed like a ragdoll.

My nails are on his hands, raking at them, trying to tear them from me.

He shifts, bracing over me again, and fucks me hard and fast. I slap, punch, and rake my nails down his throat as I arch up and tell myself I’m doing this to push him away, my thighs straining as I have a chance to block his savage penetration.

Nothing I do matters. He is a monster. His power over me is absolute.

And the whole time, I’m so fucking wet: fluttering, rushing, responding. And I’m so disgusted with myself.

He slows his strokes, and, somehow, that’s even worse. I’m surrounded, small, helpless, before this far more dominant male. I can feel the slide of his cock in and out, feel all those nerves he just forced to life quaking and quivering with need.

“Can you hear that, princess? Hear the sound of your cunt creaming for my cock? I can feel you caressing me, feel you fighting your nature and needs. A part of me wants to make you come, so you can’t lie to yourself. But, you know what? I don’t give a fuck if you come or not. I’m enjoying this just fine. So go ahead and fight.”

His total apathy toward my pleasure finds some twisted switch inside me, and my body launches me higher and higher so hot and fast I lose all my fight.

I’m so fucking close… and then he rips his cock from me, fists it, and pinning my hands above my head, comes over my throbbing pussy and belly.

I hiss and try to twist away. He only laughs, holding me down easily as he ejects his thick, ropy cum all over me.

I fucking hate him, and his arrogant face, and the moment he releases my wrists, I slap him so hard his head snaps to the side.

My palm stings and pain shoots the length of my arm.

He chuckles again, all relaxed and sated, swipes his thumb through the blood on his lip, and sucks it into his mouth.

I try to get my knees up to kick him away, but he overpowers me. Collapsing beside me, he swings a leg over mine and drags my back flush to his front. Like yesterday, I’m overpowered, overwhelmed, and half buried under his weight.

I sob.

He makes that strange purring sound.

I’m exhausted. My body feels battered inside and out. His cum is sticky, cold, and drying over my belly.

I don’t want to be next to him, cannot stand his touch, and yet were someone to try and separate us now, they would see the feral side of me.

And that purr compels me, cutting through the anxiety, making my eyes heavy, and sluggishness invade my limbs.

As I drift into sleep, I wonder why Ash didn’t come and stop him.

I wonder what this means.