Page 6 of Free Fall

“What did you do?” I asked, even as he pressed his nose against mine and overwhelmed me, tugging my head back further so my chin jutted up and my spine curved. The pain was too intense, little daggers through my bones, my skull. Those sleeping pills were headed straight for the trash after this. How could I sleep through so much? Stay unconscious while he pulled an orgasm from me?

He licked a line along my jaw, nuzzled into my neck, and bit down on my shoulder. Hard. Too hard.

“Luca, stop,” I begged.

His teeth pressed in more, digging into my skin until it felt like it was about to break. It was seconds from giving way, stretching, and snapping, and I whimpered. Goosebumps of pain rippled through me when he broke through the skin and I squirmed, fighting against him even though his size overwhelmed mine. I was still foggy from the sleeping pill, confused from waking mid-orgasm. He was here. The club, the maze, despite my wounds and venom, despite the way I’d tried to mess with him, a small part of me had refused to accept the reality. Impossible now.

“You think you can mess with me? Flirt with my sons? Screw with my family and I wouldn’t care?” He licked along the teeth gouges he’d left, the rasp of his tongue soothing and sharpening the wound. Bruises purpling with every second, blood seeping.

“I didn’t,” I cried. “I… I was going to, but I didn’t.”

He chuckled, his breath warm on my skin, making me shiver.

“You had my ring,” he reminded me. “Where is it now, I wonder?”

Outside that haunted maze, in the reality of my bedroom, of my family down the hall, no masks or costumes or loud music or twisted terror, I didn’t feel how I expected to. The fear I enjoyed, the scary movies and ghost tours I did to get my juices flowing, compared little to this. My pussy and thighs still ached, but it was without choice. He’d wrestled that orgasm from me without my consent.

“Tell me, are you going to mess Cole next?” He shook my shoulders. “Work your way through all the Diaz men?” I’d never seen Luca so angry, so wild. His cock rested just above my pussy, hot and growing harder, his silver piercing shiny.

“You’re not supposed to care,” I replied, scrunching my eyes shut against the sensations he was creating. His hand moved, tracing my body, running against my shivering skin. He pressed his thumb into my belly button, then continued up to my left tit, cupping and kneading it against my ribs. “You’re supposed to want me with them, you’re not supposed to—”

I screamed, harsh and unbidden, as he suddenly drove his cock into my pussy. Fuck, my parents could hear. They were on the other end of the hall, and the walls were thick, but still. For some reason, I didn't scream louder.

“Fucking hell, beautiful girl,” Luca groaned, grinding his hips, pushing his cock in and out of me as I cried against his chest, as if I wasn’t his best friend’s daughter.

“Stop!” I shouted, but he held me tight, twisting my body to his command and using it to his will.

He moved his hand from my tit and grabbed both of my wrists above my head. I tried to bat him away, to fight him off, but he kept driving himself inside me, moaning each time he bottomed out, the tip of his cock thudding against my cervix. His piercing — which I shouldn’t be so familiar with — dragged against my walls, unwilling zaps of pleasure working their way through me. It was sickening. Took me back to those moments in the maze when I’d forgotten who I was, only knew that I was his.

“Don’t deny this, Zelly.” He squeezed my wrists, cutting off the blood. “Feels too fucking perfect and I know you think it, too. Your pussy’s clenching around my cock, milking me. You want my cum flooding you, don’t you?”

“Jesus Christ.”

“I stretched you out so good last time. Do you need me to do it again?” His tone sounded humorous, but it did as intended. It reminded me. I’d never felt anything like him inside me. My masked puppeteer.

I sighed, “Luca,” and he knew my defenses were waning. His smug smile told me so.

He sat up, still mostly clothed, his pants just under his ass, and tugged my legs up, so they rested on his lap. Blood rushed to my head, still resting on my pillow with the rest of my body suspended. He continued pounding into me, and I was meeting each push with one of my own, slamming my hips up as he thrust down.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned when my piercing kept smacking into the skin just above his dick. I hoped it pulled some of the bastard's pubes out. “Look at you, such a good girl. You’re taking every inch of my cock, swallowing it down, milking it.”

His filthy mouth, the view he was describing, it had my muscles clenching. This was so, so wrong. He’d forced himself on me, touched me while I was asleep, driven himself inside my body while I’d begged him to stop. And now I was going to come for him. Again.

I tried to fight it, to turn away, to ignore the man that was buried in my body, but he wouldn’t let that happen. “I haven’t got a mask on now, puppet,” he said, catching my attention. Our eyes locked, heated and cold at the same time. “You can’t deny who’s fucking you. Who’s filling you up with cum. There’s already a load inside you, pushing its way to your womb. You slept through that one.”

My mouth dropped open in shock, and I tried to squirm away again, in constant battle with myself. He grabbed my ass cheeks, driving his fingertips into the fleshy globes to hold me steady. With my entire top half free, I could flail, but I couldn’t get away. He was far too fucking strong, and my limbs were groggy.

He spread my ass apart and tipped me further, bending my body to his desire, doing what he wanted to me. Shame and fear and lust mixed with the shooting pain and pleasure that was impossible to ignore. I cried out a sob as he worked me like he had studied what set me on fire.

“Luca,” I pled his name again, trying to claw at him but missing in my delirium, only landing pathetic swats against his chest.

“Touch your clit,” he demanded, catching one of my hands and placing it at my navel. “Let me see that you want this. Admit it to yourself. Send yourself over the edge. Toy with that piercing that’s been filling my dreams and come all over my cock. Milk it for spunk.”

I shook my head. “No, don’t make me.” But I would. I was going to. I wanted to. His voice settled something in me, his demands burned into my skin like sunburn, insidious, raging.

“I won’t make you do anything, you’ll do it yourself when you can’t cope any more. I can do this all night, puppet. Until you squeeze me with your orgasm.”

He gave two extra hard thrusts as if to prove it, sending me smacking into the headboard. The gray padded frame banged on the wall and mixed with my cries.

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