Page 148 of Heart So Hollow

When the orgasm hits, I bring myself down hard, cursing and screaming his name, taking all of him while I gasp for air like I’m drowning.

As soon as I still, Colson grabs my hips and lifts me off of him, pulling out so fast that I let out a shriek. Then he ducks under my arms and rolls out from under me, leaving me a crumpled and bound mess on his pillows. I bury my head in the crooks of my elbows, out of breath as the aftershocks ravage me.

Colson grabs my hips from behind and jerks my ass up, “You’re a sick girl, Brett Ashley,” my eyes fly open when he says my name, “almost as sick as me.”

I wince in pain, “How do you know my middle name?” The slash he gave me still stings, and when I glance down, I realize I’m bleeding onto his white pillows.

“I told you I learned a lot about you while you were sleeping,” Colson holds my hip with one hand, my legs still shaking, and notches himself at my entrance with the other, “plus, your name is from the only book I remember reading in high school.” Colson runs his hand down my waist and over the curve of my ass, “Lady Brett Ashley, she was built with curves like the hull of a racing yacht. And you missed none of it with that wool jersey…”

Is he seriously reciting Hemingway while I’m tied to his bed and he’s about to rail me from behind?

Before I can respond, Colson rams his cock so far inside me, for a moment I think he’s penetrated my damn cervix. I let out another shriek, gripping the edge of the headboard with white knuckles as he jerks my hips back and forth, thrusting as deep as he can. I can’t breathe, my lungs are frozen, petrified in shock while I take his beating. He keeps going, not letting up until my staccato breaths morph into high-pitched moans. All I can hear are the curses under his breath and the sound of his hips smacking against my ass like the crack of a whip.

“Some fucking stalker, huh?” Colson gives a cruel chuckle as he slows enough for me to catch my breath, “I promise I won’t disappoint you again, Honeybee. I’ll use you up and take what I want, whenever I want.”

He switches his rhythm and gives me three short pumps followed by two long, hard ones, making my muscles contract and my eyes roll back each time I think he can’t get any deeper.

“Is it still stalking if I want you to find me,” I whimper between breaths, “and do this to me every day?”

“Do what to you, baby?” he starts fucking me faster, “Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

“Touch me,” I say in a high-pitched moan, “touch me so I can come again with you.”

Colson slides a hand between the crease of my thigh and starts rubbing quick circles around my clit, “I’ll always find you, Brett, whether you want me to or not. You’re my home now, the one I’ll always come back to.”

“Maybe I want you to find me,” his belt digs into my wrists while I roll my hips and pull him deeper, “maybe I don’t want to run.”

“Then tell me what I am to you,” he growls, “say it.”

“You’re—” I feel the wave cresting as he thrusts harder and faster, until I cry out the last words, “you’re my only.”

My hips convulse at his touch and I scream into the crook of my elbows as the second orgasm rocks through me. His belt digs into my wrists, but I hardly feel it. My shrieks send Colson over the edge and he buries his cock in me so violently, my spine cracks and my ribs jolt with every thrust. The headboard shudders under my hands as Colson pitches forward and grabs onto the edge.

He grabs my throat and jerks my face up to the ceiling, “Fuck, baby,” he grinds out, gripping the wood with white knuckles as he comes, Slam “You’re—” Slam “So—” Slam “Fucking—” Slam “Perfect.”

Stars flash like fireworks the harder Colson squeezes my throat, but I’m not sure whether they’re in his windows or in my head. I shudder when he pulls out, only for him to grab my ankles and jerk my legs out from under me. He grabs my hips and flips me over, twisting my wrists tighter in the belt.

My hands still affixed above my head, Colson wrenches open my knees and buries his face between my legs. I pull at the belt with a gasp when I feel his tongue sweep my pussy from top to bottom. Then he pins my knees to the mattress while he licks and sucks every inch of me with agonizing precision.

Finally, Colson releases my legs and crawls over my writhing body until he’s hovering over my face. Planting one hand on the mattress next to my chest, he squeezes my jaw with the other to open my mouth. As soon as our lips touch, he opens his mouth and I feel a gush of hot liquid flow off his tongue onto mine. He holds my mouth to his as I swallow the salty fluid cut with his spit and the tangy bite of my own cum.

When he’s done, he lifts his head with a smirk, “See how good we taste together?”

Rising to his knees, he scans my body, splayed, bound, and bloody beneath him. Then he reaches across the bed, grabs his knife, and flips it open.

“I would keep you like this,” Colson covers my knuckles with his hand and jerks the blade up, slicing through the belt, “but I don’t think you’re going anywhere.” Then he reaches down and loosens the strap, making my wrists and fingers tingle as the blood rushes back through them.

And I don’t go anywhere. Not yet, anyway. Colson disappears into the dark hallway and strolls back into the room a minute later with a first aid kit. For the next five minutes, he kneels between my legs in silence and I watch him gently clean the smeared blood off my skin and patch up my six-inch knife wound with Neosporin and extra-large bandages. But it’s anything but silent; our eyes bounce glances off one another with subtle movements of the mouth, carrying on a conversation only we can hear.

Only once I’m lying on his chest, beneath his arm, listening to his heart beat, do I open my mouth to speak.

I crane my head against Colson’s chest as he swipes and taps his phone, “What are you doing?”

“Ordering some Thai,” he finishes what he’s doing and tosses his phone onto the sheets next to him.

I draw in an excited breath, “That’s my favorite!” I whisper with a grin.

“I know it is,” he reaches up with his free arm and stretches, arching his back, “Pad See Ew with tofu. But it’s not because you’re vegetarian, you just like the texture.”

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