Page 36 of Unhallowed

I don’t even want to see your face.

I don’t even want to see your face.

“You’re a little fucking liar.” He growls, arching my back with one bruising hand on my hip, pushing my ass toward him. His fingers come between my ass cheeks and toward my pussy, and he inserts two of them in. I cry out when he begins to curl them inside of me, and I’m a panting mess within two strokes. Hereallyknows how to do that. “I want you, baby. I don’t wanthim. Who’s here with me? Who sleeps in my fucking bed every night? If I wanted it to be him, I could have him.”

“So you’re saying he wantsyou?”

“It doesn’t matter what he wants, Angel. Hetooksomething from me,” Draven says softly, his cock against my ass as he works his fingers between my legs. “And I want it back.”

“What, Drav?” I ask him with a shaky voice, my head spinning as I try to figure out what it is that he wants. “What did he take?”

Draven inserts one more finger into my pussy and I gasp, then he drops to his knees behind me and spreads me with his free hand. His tongue comes to my puckered hole as he thrusts his fingers in and out, and my eyes roll back.

“You,” he breathes against my ass. “Give yourself to me. I’ll fuck you right, Angel.”

“Take it.” I growl, feeling my body heat up, butterflies filling my lower belly.

“This ass is mine, baby.” His fingers disappear from my pussy as he gets up from the ground, pressing his hard cock against me. He brings his hand to my face, smearing my wetness across my cheek. It’s fucking filthy, and it only makes me get wetter. “Grip the counter harder,Firefly, this one will hurt.”

I grip the counter and look back at him, watching him drop his sweats to the ground and stroke his cock. Just as I think he’s going to fuck my ass though, he directs himself into my pussy and slams in. I moan and drop my face to the counter, my cheek on the cold surface, my eyes zeroed in on the knives right next to me, and he pulls back and slams back in. My pussy burns as my hips slap repeatedly against the cabinets, rocking my entire body, surely bruising me. The pain grounds me though, and when I cry out, it’s from pleasure.

His knees bend to try to get to my height, but he’s too tall. Instead, he holds my hips and lifts me toward him, pulling me away from the edge. “I’m just getting you ready, baby,” he whispers between a moan. “I’m fucking that ass if it’s the last thing I do.”

“Doit.” I remember how he fucked Killian’s ass, how Killian fucked mine, and Iwanthim to hurt me. Dirty me up. I want to see the aftermath of his bullshit. I want him to hurt me so bad that I want to hurt him even more than I already do. “Pull out of me and fuck my ass then. I want to see the bruises on my hips as a reminder of the pain you’ve put me through. Fuck me harder than the way I want to fucking slap you right now.”

“Oh, you want me to fuck you hard?” Yes.Yes. “Are you going to be a slut for me too?” He groans, “Just like Kill?”

I freeze, but he doesn’t even care as he pulls out and sets me on the island, pulling me down until the cold countertop meets my back and makes me shiver. My lower half hangs off it, making it easier for him to fuck me.

Draven spreads my cheeks again, spitting on me, then shoving himself back into my pussy. “You’re gonna feel so fucking good, baby.” He moans as he sneaks a hand between us and rubs my clit slowly. “My cock is so wet with you, it’s gonna slip right in.”

Draven pulls out of my pussy and shoves himself inside my ass,hard. He has no mercy, gives me no reprieve as he pushes past the ring of muscle and forces himself to the hilt. “Oh, fuck.” I yell through the pain.

He moves against me, thrusting in and out roughly, picking up the pace until my back is slapping against the counter painfully, surely leaving those bruises I’ve been begging for. It burns so bad, but he’s not wrong, his dick is so wet it slides easily.

“Your first time was supposed to be withme,” Drav growls, pulling back and slamming back in. My hands try to grip the counter, but it’s useless. They’re sweaty and slipping. “It belonged to me.Youbelong tome.”

He pulls out and flips me over onto my belly, then thrusts right back into my ass. “Now be a good girl and play with your pretty pussy.” I moan as my hand goes down between my legs, caught between the counter, feeling like it’s going to fucking break from his pace. “I want to see my cock stretch your ass, Firefly.”

I hook two fingers in and rub my clit with the palm of my hand, all while his hips now hit the counter repeatedly. Heat rushes my body, making my legs tingle, and I rub faster, finger myself harder.

“I’m never gonna get enough, baby.” Draven moans as my fingers speed up, my palm too, I’m rightthere. “I’m gonna come soon baby, I need to go harder. This tight hole is ruining my fucking life.”

“Oh, God, it feels so good, Drav.” I moan as I feel myself stretching, “Draven right there,don’tstop.”

My body begins to spasm, my legs shaking and opening wider, and he fucks me harder than he ever has before. “Look at you coming all over my cock, baby. Such a good fucking girl for me.”

I scream, not able to hold back anymore and he moans as we come together, making my stomach flip. The thing with him is that it’s not only lust between us, I actually love him. He gives me butterflies with every sound he makes, and I just want to hear them forever.

His face comes to rest on my back, his breathing heavy as he comes down from the high, and I chuckle through the pain in my chest. I don’t know why I’m feeling it, except suddenly I want to cry. I don’t feel confused at all, but I feel defeated. Like I’ll never be able to leave him even if he doesn’t give me answers, and damn it.

I want them.

I need him to be my safe space, and he’s not going to give me that as long as I don’t know what the fuck is going on, how everything works around here. He doesn’t trust me like I need him to. I see the darkness in him, the lies, the deceit. Something has changed in him since he left me in that basement. He used to be light, carefree, mine. Now he’s all about me being his, yet letting Killian fuck me too. He’s giving me whiplash. What about this society, this cult, makes all of this okay? Why the fuck is he treating me this way? I can’t fucking do this anymore if he can’t give in and trust me. If he wants to keep me in the dark forever.

Drav pulls out of me, going to the other side of the kitchen and wetting a rag, then cleaning me up with it gently. I don’t want to love his gentleness with me, I want to hate it more than anything. But he can be so good to me. He treats me like I’m made of glass and maybe I am.

Not really.

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