Page 113 of Hate Me

I pounded inside her with an unrestrained ferocity, finger-fucking her brutally, twisting, scissoring as I watched her ass bounce while she ground herself on the ground.

I pulled out roughly and she cried out, which was nothing compared to the shriek that echoed through the night when I plunged back inside her soaking cunt with three fingers. I curled them inside her and her whole body shuddered as I hit her sweet spot.

“Caspian, God!” she cried.

I zeroed in on it, stabbing at it mercilessly and watched in twisted satisfaction as her nails dug into the dirt and she tried to drag herself away from the intensity as it straddled the line between pleasure and pain.

I wrenched her head back and growled, “There’s no escape. This cunt is mine, prey.” I lifted my weight off her so I could wrench her onto her back. She mewled as she was forced to turn while my fingers were still deep inside her.

Her enchanting emerald eyes sparkled in the moonlight, a beautiful blend of dark need and depraved excitement shining back at me as they connected with the feral nature of mine.

I wrapped my hand around her throat, exerting enough pressure to make her gag, her eyes shooting wide. “I’ll have your screams, your tears, your cum, your blood. We’re going to make you into our feral thing and take from you until you’re a dirty mess, shuddering, crying from the intensity, but begging for more abuse.”

I released her throat, then scraped my nails down her soft flesh, digging them into her breasts, twisting her nipples, then inflicting red-raw marks down the length of her stomach, making her groan and undulate for me.

She bolted up suddenly, grasped fistfuls of my hair, then crushed her mouth to mine. She had me growling as she kissed me savagely, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, sucking on it, then biting, before tangling with mine fiercely, her fingers pulling harshly at my roots and sending a thrill through me that called to the fucked-up part of me.

I bit her lips, drawing a little blood, then licking it up and swallowing down her taste.

Fuck. Me.

I snapped, tearing her hand from my hair and shoving her down by her face.

I ripped her thong to shreds, making her squeal from the brutality of it.

My hand wrapping around her throat cut off her cries and the delightful sound of her gagging filled the space between us as I tightened my grip to the point of choking her, a moment before I snarled dangerously, then dove between her thighs.

Resuming my brutal pounding of her slick hole, I ravished her cunt with my tongue, bathing her swollen clit in her own juices and my saliva, before licking it all up, then lashing through her folds, then biting at her sensitive flesh.

She screamed out into the night, twisting and bucking wildly as she came all over my face.

I didn’t stop and it had her trying to push up against my hand pinning her to the ground by her throat.

When that didn’t work, she started clawing at my arm.

Mmm. There was the fight that I needed.

Something I knew she could bring in spades.

She continued clawing as I lashed at her folds and pounded in and out of her tight little cunt. She had me hissing, sparks of pleasure assaulting me as her nails dug deep enough to draw blood.

Bucking frantically and twisting, she managed to trap me between her thighs, similar to what she’d done to Bastian her first night back.

Although, this was most definitely far more erotic than that, and not just because the intent was different, but because she was calling to the animal with the delicious challenge of it, stepping up her fight.

Still, I held fast, taking the punishment and loving it, my cock thickening against my pants and wanting out desperately.

I trapped her clit between my teeth, grazing it over and over until she was pushing at my face, while also trying to ride it.

“Ah! Oh shit! Caspian!” she was crying, losing it all over the place.

I sucked the abused nub into my mouth and mere moments later, she came, shrieking and exploding on my tongue.

I lapped up her juices like a ravenous thing, so far gone that I couldn’t stop, needing more, more, more!

“Damn, look at that, B, this is what I was picturing when she had her thighs wrapped around your head that time,” Caleb’s voice sounded. “Hot as hell without a fucking doubt.”

I released Skylar’s throat and used both hands to pry her thighs from around me, then I lifted my head to see the two of them emerging from the tree line.

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