Page 79 of Liar

I shove three fingers in her up to the knuckle.

She writhes. Bites her lip. Stares at me with internal rage. “Is this what it’ll take for you to see the truth? To use me like a punching bag? Fine, Thorne. Do your worst. Like you said, all my holes are yours.”

My lips curl. Her capitulation turns me on more than it should. This was meant to punish her for her lies. Not make her wet. Not for my cock to grow so hard, it aches.

“Did he take her pussy first, or do you think it was her mouth?” I’m relentless. “Or perhaps he engaged in ass play first. That’s what you’ve enjoyed the most, isn’t it? Are you next for my father? Is that why he’s so fixated on you?”

She shakes her head. “You’re bordering on madness, Thorne. Stop this.”

I pull my fingers out of her, and they freeze almost instantly, coming from a hot core and into the night air. Using those same sticky fingers, I unbutton my pants, pulling my cock out to enjoy the same hot and cold experience.

“If he wants you next, I’m going to make sure I plug your holes multiple times, causing you to be so used and stained by me, he’ll finally understand what’s mine.”

Ember doesn’t flinch at my movements. She meets me head-on, saying, “Is this what happens when you’re truly upset about something? Did it take the idea of Savannah sleeping with somebody else—your father—to get to your true emotions like this? You still care for her, don’t you?”

Ember couldn’t be further from the truth. Sav and I were over a long time ago. After a moment of vengeful reflection, what Ember has confessed rings true. Sav’s distance before she went missing. Those strange dinners where she shared prolonged looks with my father. Julie’s white-knuckled grip on her spiked drink as she watched my father walk an inebriated Sav to the door because I was left to clean up Julie’s vomit.

I don’t admit any of this to Ember. I wait for the light to die in her eyes—the realization that Sav brings out the possessiveness in my soul and not her—before I line up my dick and plunge into Ember with a savagery she will never mistake for love.

Because I love her. Sav’s face isn’t holding my emotions hostage, entangling me in manipulative tentacles of her heart. No, it’s Ember who’s doing it. The thought of my father playing with her, too. Impregnating her. Locking her away for his pleasure. Making him the only person to talk, fuck, and own her.

No condom. Only hate sheathes my dick.

Ember quickly replaces the images of Sav in that situation, so clearly that all the pictures in my mind turn bloodred. She’s mine. She’s mine. SHE’S MINE.

I punctuate each syllable with forceful thrusts, banging Ember against the wall and burying myself all the way to the hilt. My balls hit the underside of her pussy at each impact. My teeth clench in rage—at my father, at our situation, at his continued attempts to destroy my soul…

“You’re hurting me,” Ember breathes.

I flick my eyes to hers. “Not enough.”

Freeing my other hand from her shoulder, I take her by the throat.

Ember lifts her chin for easier access, keeping her eyes level with mine.

“Tell me to stop,” I order.

“No.”

“Tell me to stop.”

“…no.” It’s getting harder for her to breathe.

“Fucking TELL ME TO STOP.”

She responds by wrapping both her hands around my neck and squeezing, crushing my Adam’s apple, using a strength I frankly never knew she harbored.

My balls almost explode at the erotic pressure.

“Fuck,” I grit out. “Yes.”

“I know,” she wheezes, and with each of my thrusts, she squeezes harder. I match it until her face turns red—mine likely as well.

She waits until the moment her eyes start to roll to the back of her head before she submits to her orgasm, arching against my dick and digging her thumbs into the underside of my jaw.

I watch the euphoria wash over her expression, feel her spasms against my cock and collect the slippery gush of her on my pubes before I fall, too.

Now we’re both stained with the other.

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