Page 17 of Lethal Truths

He hums approvingly, tracing the pad of his thumb over my entrance and teasing my clit. My entire body tenses and I slam my eyes closed to fight off the shock of pleasure.

“Creed,” I warn, my entire body still and tense. I don’t know which urge is stronger. To fight or to relent. I want both, and it’s driving me insane.

Creed laughs, low and deep, removing his thumb from my pussy. “But you’re so wet for me, Ember. Just like I knew you would be,” he rasps. He must crouch down behind me because his teeth sink into my ass cheek a moment later and I whimper from the sting. Groaning, Creed says, “I know you’re upset with me. I know you probably want to claw my fucking eyes out right now.” His lips press to spot he just bit. “But I also know that we belong together, baby, so no matter how much you fight me, I will fight just as viciously to keep you. That includes punishing you when you do something stupid and dangerous.”

With that, he spits on my pussy, shocking me into silence long enough for him to stand and thrust into me. The impact is so rough, deep, and goddamn sudden that a scream tears from my throat and I fist my hands in the sheets to help ground me.

“Fuck, Prudence,” he growls, holding himself deep inside me. “You feel that, baby?” He pulls out achingly slowly and then eases back in, like he’s teasing me before he ruins me. “We fit perfectly. You and me. Our flesh, our souls, and everything in between.”

I have no words for him. All I can manage is a muffled moan as he picks up his tempo, slamming into me with a brutality that screams of being claimed. Despite my fight and my rejections, my body responds to him in a way I may never understand. Just like that day in the supply closet, my arousal is practically flooding out of me, even as I berate myself for it.

“Please,” I beg through silent tears and pleased whimpers. I can’t handle it. The back and forth within me is going to kill me. I love the way Creed feels, yet I hate myself for it. He took the choice from me, and I should feel violated, but instead my nerves sing their praise with every pump of his hips. “Creed, sto— Fuck, oh god,“ I groan, my struggle forgotten when he hits a spot so fucking good that my knees nearly buckle.

Maybe I truly am a monster, too? I’ve got to be to thrive in losing my control. To relish his dominance over me, even when I say no. That fact only makes me cry, though. I’m not who I thought I was, and I don’t know what to do with that. Creed — and the others, if I’m being honest — have shattered the box I was squeezing myself into, and the woman emerging from the destruction, stretching her limbs and testing her new limits, is someone I don’t recognize.

“Hey, shhh,” Creed whispers, slowing down and leaning over me, so his chest is on my back and his lips are at my ear. “I’m right here, baby. It’s just us. Nobody has to know. No one will judge you. Let go,” he says so tenderly, as if he’s crawled into my mind and explored all my private thoughts.

That’s all it takes for the last of my fight to drain right out of me. I can be angry at myself — and him — after I’ve come. I bury my face in the sheets and moan loudly, pushing back on Creed’s cock.

He chuckles, a filthy fucking sound that only turns me on more. “There she is; my perfect, wicked Ember,” he purrs, licking the shell of my ear. Straightening, he curls his hands around my waist and rams into me, again and again, like he’s trying to prove something.

Oh wait, he is. Proving that we belong together. And goddamn him, but with every second I get closer to my climax, I find it harder to argue that.

Creed pulls out of me, and just as I lift my head and open my mouth to ask what the hell he’s doing, his hand comes down, spanking my ass with a resounding crack through the room. “You don’t get more of my dick until you admit it,” he explains.

“Admit what?” I pant, turning just enough to see him over my shoulder. That’s a fucking mistake, because his blown pupils and heaving chest do wild things to me.

He smirks, his gaze dropping to my ass. “I like the look of my marks on your skin,” he muses quietly, as if to himself.

“Admit what?” I ask again, louder, desperate for him to finish what he started. He doesn’t get to rile me up and then leave me hanging like this.

But he doesn’t answer me. Instead, Creed drops to his knees behind me and buries his face in my pussy with a savagery that has me gasping out a slew of curses. With his tongue and teeth lapping and attacking my clit, he works me into a frenzy until I’m trembling.

“Admit that you’re mine,” he breathes against my sensitive skin. “Say it, and you can have all of me; my heart, my sanity, and all the secrets you’re after. I’ll help you however I can, get whatever answers you’re searching for. But only if you promise you’re mine and I’m yours, and you never try to run away from me and our disagreements again.”

I hesitate, biting my lip while I wonder what to do. If he means it, if he can really help me, then… fuck, I’m all in. I knew it the second my half-dead body found its way to his porch when I needed someone. It just took my mind a while to catch up, I guess. Creed grows impatient, delivering another brutal spank to my sore ass. With a ragged moan, I cave. “I’m yours!” I shout. “Damn you, Creed, I’m yours and I won’t run from you. Now make me come before I change my fucking mind.”

“Happily,” he growls, standing and thrusting back into me, fucking me rough and hard until I literally can’t keep my eyes open anymore.

11

Creed

Prudence’s hair is like flowing lava when the morning sun hits it just right. Mesmerizing, urging you to step closer, even if you die from the heat. I grin to myself, pulling her ass closer and nuzzling my nose into her fiery locks. I’d die a thousand times over just to be this close.

I have to stifle my yawn so I don’t wake her. Exhaustion is weighing heavily on my eyelids, but it’s already almost time to get up for class. I didn’t sleep a wink. I didn’t even try to. How could I risk closing my eyes after I caught her trying to leave me? I’d die before I lost Prudence.

Fuck. I almost laugh at myself as that thought slams into me. When did I become so obsessed, so needy and desperate for this woman? Was it the very first day I met her? Our date that turned out better than I planned? Maybe the bite and anger she wields just as easily as the shy smiles and sweet voice, like she’s two perfect sides of a poisoned sword? Or was it the night I first fucked her?

But no, that’s not right. I can’t quite pinpoint the exact moment when I started falling for Prudence, but I know it was well before that night. I knew I was growing a conscience — and feelings — in regards to her before she gave me that sweet pussy. It wasn’t taking her virginity that made me second guess my actions against her. Though it did seal the deal. The night she bled on my cock, she was signing herself away to me for good, whether she knew it or not.

Seems she didn’t quite get the message, but that’s alright. I’ve got nothing but time to show her.

With a soft, muffled groan, Prudence scrubs her hand down her face. “I was hoping last night was a nightmare, and yet here you are,” she murmurs, turning onto her back and spearing me with her hazel eyes. They’re more green than usual, and I hope that it’s a reflection of her happiness. She did get fucked to sleep; what’s not to be happy about?

Mmm, recalling the way she couldn’t even speak coherently, let alone open her eyes, when I was done with her has my cock stirring, eager for round… uh, four? Yeah, that seems right.

With a dark laugh, I kiss her cheek and then whisper against her silky skin, “Sorry to disappoint, baby.”

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