Page 51 of Wreck Me

“I… I can’t… shit.”

Two slick fingers circled my ass.

And then they were plunging inside.

He wasn’t gentle about it, forcing them in deep, making me burn and squirm as he filled me, making me take it.

God, yes!

He twisted them over and over, stretching me and forcing me to feel every torturous grind against the sensitive nerve-endings.

“Yeah, there’s my savage thing, fucking back on my fingers in her tight little ass. Swallow them like my filthy little whore. Mmm… fuck.”

His dirty words and realizing I’d been ramming back on him demanding more had another surge of pleasure ripping me apart at the seams.

I could barely breathe as it took my body hostage, threatening an implosion that I couldn’t come back from.

I slumped against him and he took my weight, but then stepped up his torment as he finger-fucked my ass with the same jackhammering thrusts of his cock, while keeping the mind-numbing pleasure of the grinding against my clit.

My body convulsed as I came again.

“Fucking right,” he snarled, a moment before I felt his hot cum spill inside me.

“Jesus Christ,” he gritted out as he pulled out.

And then he was taking me down to the floor, wrenching my legs over his shoulders, then diving into my pussy and thrusting his cum back inside with his tongue.

White-hot pleasure and pain shattered all over me as he scraped his blunt nails down over my breasts and stomach.

Sparks filled my vision.

Another wave crashed into me.

And then blackness engulfed me.

8

~Caleb~

Well, damn.

We’d finally met the legendary Onyx in all her glory.

Bloodlust out in full force.

Violence the only language she’d been capable of speaking.

All that destructive energy blazing forth.

She’d made a delicious mess of that shithead, Carl Vicars, something that had pleased me immensely, seeing as though he’d been on my watchlist for some time. Rumors had been swirling about that rape-charge-waiting-to-happen toying with girls half his age, employing sexual manipulation and grooming. Damien had caught him choking a high school girl on his cock to soothe him after he’d lost to D in the ring one night. Apart from Damien smashing his fist into the concrete wall of the building and getting the girl home, that was all that had come of it so far. One, Damien’s word was never enough to go on. Especially not for Caspian. Not to mention, Damien didn’t care about the cause so much as using it to inflict damage and dominance and get his rocks off in the process. And Cas always wanted indisputable proof before we acted. And I’d been working on it. Him calling a halt to our nightly activities had put that and a lot of things where that was concerned on the backburner, though, something that wasn’t sitting right with me.

Just thinking about assholes like that doing that shit, preying on the vulnerable, cut at me something fierce.

I took it personally too, so it added a whole other mind-bending element to it. Some would call it obsessive. Namely, Bastian.

It wasn’t. It was determination.

To right the wrongs that I hadn’t been able to when it had come to Hayley.

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