Page 88 of Secrets of Euphoria

Ignoring my words, he settled between my legs and ran a finger up the center of my firm jeans. I met his gaze with a stubborn look, my eyes filled with a mix of anger and desire. I loved the game. I loved playing. And though I was genuinely mad at him for treating me so fragilely, I knew it was because he cared. I had to get used to it because I’d only ever done it all on my own.

“Is that so?” he teased, enjoying the challenge. “You must not hate me too much if you haven’t used your safe word yet.”

Scoffing, I folded my arms over my chest, pushing my breasts together in a seductive manner. I knew my tits and ass drove him insane. “Don’t get cocky. You know violence turns me on, but I’m still mad at you. Just fuck me and let’s get this over with.”

He couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. I was always so tough and determined, but he also called me cute and nerdy, a combination that drove him wild. Swallowing his amusement, he stood from the couch. “Take them off.”

Obeying, I undid the button and zipper, sliding my thumbs into the hem to lift my hips. Peeling off my pink lace thong along with my pants, I pulled a leg out as he unfastened his own jeans.

“Good enough,” he muttered, positioning himself between my parted legs again. The fabric of my clothing scraped against the side of his thigh as it still hung onto one of my legs. His pierced cock pressed against my slick entrance, already tingling with anticipation. It was a feeling that drove me to the edge almost every time. As he rubbed against me, I continued to grow hotter and wetter. My desire was evident in the way I responded, pushing my hips up, pleading to be taken.

“That little bickering turned you on too, didn’t it?” he asked, looming over me like he was going to take me regardless of if I wanted it or not. We often played the non-consent game, but tonight we were in a rush.

“Everything turns me on.” I pushed my hips up again, begging to be fucked. I needed to feel him inside me before I exploded at only the feeling of his tip teasing my entrance and clit.

Finally, as he slid into me, the sound of my gasping moan filled the night. The sensation of being stretched sent shivers down my spine, and he let out a low groan in response to my tightness. He leaned down, seizing my lips, a hand gripping my hip as he slowly pushed into me. Moving his other hand to my throat, he squeezed while watching me intently. I loved being choked and often talked about the thrill with him. It made me feel so powerless, yet so strong at the same time because I could take the harshness.

“Do you love when I choke you, baby girl?” Amusement danced in his eyes as he admired my faux helplessness, especially after I’d been angry with him mere moments ago.

I tried my best to nod, my words coming out as a pitiful squeak, “Yes, fucking love… it.”

With a cocky smirk, he released his grip and raised an eyebrow. “Good girl.”

Gasping for a breath, I swallowed hard and rolled my hips against him, wrapping my legs tightly around his sides. I needed to feel all of him. He collapsed forward, still plunging deep inside me over and over. Our lips crashed together again, and we moaned loudly into each other’s mouths. He quickened his pace, fucking me as hard as he could. The sofa scraped across the patio floor with each push.

“Watching you… tortureJamesis going… to turn me onsomuch,” I incoherently whimpered between his thrusts.

An evil grin emerged on his face. “That’s all I fucking want right now, baby girl.”

Our bodies tensed at the same time, and it took everything inside me not to scream as he rammed the head of his cock hard against my cervix. The feeling sent shivers down my spine, and I fought back a scream as he released his hot seed inside me. My walls clenched tight around him, trying to hold on to the explosion that rocked through my body. But it was no use. Waves and waves of pleasure washed over me as I came unhinged under his control.

Collapsing on top of me, his weight pressing me into the soft foam on the couch, he devoured my lips with hunger. “You were made for me,” his words were muffled against my mouth.

“Luke!” Suddenly, a loud voice shattered our intimate bubble. My head snapped to the doorway, where Ian stood angry. I hadn’t even heard him open the door again. “We need to go!”

Luke pulled away from our kiss, his breathing heavy as he muttered a response. “We’re on the way.”

“Jesus.” Ian let out an exasperated groan before slamming the door shut once more.

LUKE

We pulled into the once thriving Irish tobacco company warehouse, formally owned by the Fitzgerald family. The large brick building stood stoically, its once vibrant red facade now faded and stained with years of neglect. There was an eerie stillness surrounding the place, a stark contrast to the bustling activity it was known for in its heyday.

As we pulled up next to Nico’s Jeep and got out of my Escalade, a train glided by on the live tracks beyond the other side of the fence, though we were never seen. Still, the sound of the clacking and eerie high-pitched screech on the tracks was a reminder we weren’t too far from others.

I took the lead toward the building, with Chance and Ian behind me, and Tyler keeping a watchful eye on Jade. Nico was puffing on a cigarette, standing outside the tall, metal garage door awaiting our arrival. His eyes widened as he looked behind me.

“Why’s she here?” he asked.

Jade pushed through the guys, coming to a stop between him and Ian. Her eyes flashed with defiance as she spoke, her voice laced with frustration. “This is my fucking battle and I’m tired of being looked at as?—”

Nico calmly lifted a hand. “I was just curious. I don’t give a fuck why you’re here. I think you’re tougher than people give you credit for.”

She beamed, “Thank you!”

Ian couldn’t resist rolling his eyes at the exchange. “Ice Man inside with James?”

With a nod, Nico bent down and lifted the heavy black metal door, revealing the vast open room before us. As we stepped inside, the door rolled down behind us with a resounding thud. Dim light drifted in from the broken windows, casting shadows across the dust-covered floor. Only a few remaining panes of glass were intact, their surfaces obscured by layers of grime and dirt, allowing only faint glimpses of the outside world. The air was thick with the musty smell of neglect and abandonment.

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