Page 8 of Ruthless Reign

Swirling my tongue around his tip made him shiver and another muffled sound pass through his clenched teeth. He shifted his grip, clasping either side of my face with hard fingers as he pushed deeper into my mouth.

I relaxed my throat for him as he used his grip to guide himself all the way in. My lungs protested the lack of air and my throat constricted around him in a full-body gag as my nose touched his abdomen.

He groaned loudly as my eyes rolled.

“Fuck,” he hissed as he pulled out, and I dragged in a short breath before he was back again, pushing deeply down my throat. Holding my head steady with his mammoth hands, he pistoned his hips, fucking my mouth, the tight hole of my throat, each movement becoming more and more frantic as my pussy throbbed and my own wetness soaked my thighs.

I wanted to make him come with my mouth, but after three more strokes, he fully withdrew, dragging me up by my face to steal a brutal kiss from my lips.

My stomach fluttered as he pushed me backward, and I fell hard on the mattress with him landing between my knees.

I reached for his cock again, but he snatched my wrist away, settling between my legs.

There wasn’t time to think before he lifted my knees, holding them apart as he drove into me. Even wet and ready, my body screamed at the sharp, sudden fullness.

His hands found my shoulders, gripping them, using that grip to increase his depth, increase the hardness of his savage thrusts as he began to fuck me. Using my pussy to temper his rage.

I threw my head back, the pain pleasure combination of being fucked by Hardin St. Vincent the purest form of erotic torture.

He grunted and cruel fingers gripped my jaw, forcing my gaze back to him, as if he needed to see every moment of my pleasure to be able to sate himself.

I gave him what he wanted, eyes locked on his as I moaned, my body jerking hard with each of his violent thrusts.

His upper lip curled back, black eyes glittering as he released my left shoulder, those rude fingers fingering the apex of my pussy as he rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves there between us in short strokes.

My thighs pressed hard to either side of his hips as he pushed me to my edge, pummeling my pussy until I felt the build of my climax rushing to the surface.

“Fuck me like you mean it,” I hissed between moans, sensing somehow that he was holding back and hating it.

Hardin’s eyes flared wide in the dark, his face twisting at my command as he quickened the pace with his fingers and I screamed my release, my whole body shaking with it.

Before it was even finished, Hardin flipped me onto my stomach. I only got to mourn the loss of him for an instant before he was back inside me, pressing my face into the mattress, fucking me like an animal.

I arched my back for him, whimpering as his palm cracked down on my right ass cheek and then my left.

His grunts turned to cries as he chased his release. I clenched my core tight around him and his body fell over mine as he came, still thrusting, his breath hot against the back of my neck.

Hardin gripped the back of my neck, twisting my head at a sharp angle to kiss me as he poured into my pussy from behind.

As our lips parted, he pressed his forehead to mine in a moment of rare vulnerability. I didn’t need him to speak to tell me what he was thinking because I was thinking it, too.

I shut my burning eyes for a few seconds as I waited for the coffee to finish brewing. It was my second pot since we’d gotten home last night and my stomach rebelled against the idea of having its sixth cup. But someone needed to stay awake, alert.

The house had been dead silent for hours now, and it took a gargantuan effort not to check and see if there was in fact a dead person hidden behind Hardin’s bedroom door. More accurately, a dead Becca. With the way she was screaming, I had to wonder.

I chuckled darkly to myself in the early morning light streaming in through the kitchen window, giving my head a shake. I had absolutely no doubt that he hurt her. I also had absolutely no doubt that she enjoyed every second of it. And she actually managed to calm him down. I even heard him speak to her before I put my headphones in and cranked up Primal Ethos, positioning myself in the living room so that I could see through both the side and front windows.

The floorboards in Hardin’s bedroom creaked, and I sighed heavily, knowing I would need to face her, face them. I mean, what the fuck was I going to say? Top of the morning to you, Vixen, how are your lady bits? Need some ice?

My jealousy knew no bounds. It was a feeling I wasn’t used to, but one I knew that I would need to learn to live with. The hollowness in the pit of your stomach, like someone scraped out your insides with a jagged spoon and then slapped the bleeding beating thing in your chest with that same spoon on their way out.

I poured myself a cup of coffee, stopping mid pour when I heard the door open and the light padding feet across the wooden floor. I only resumed pouring when I heard Becca close herself into the bathroom.

At least she could still walk.

Despite the lingering acid in my stomach, it felt different this time—knowing she was with my brother. We’d almost lost her, and truth be fucking told I’d rather share her than not have her at all.

Becca wanted my brother, but she wanted me too. At least, I hoped she still did. Funny how just days ago I asked Grey how it worked with them and Ava Jade, unable to understand it, and now…

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