Page 235 of Heart So Hollow

“If he’s got a brain in his dumb fucking head, he does,” Bo retorts. “You think he can dance that close to you at homecoming and prom and not feel anything?” He kisses me, sucking my bottom lip as he pulls back, “He was getting pretty close to you tonight. What was he saying to you?”

A lightning bolt shoots through my chest when I remember standing with Col by his car, fighting with him, and then not fighting anymore. The things he said, the things he did…

I meet Bo’s eyes, “He told me to stay away from you.”

“You don’t listen to Col anymore?”

“Not about you,” I reply as a smile creeps across my face.

“What’s he going to say when you tell him I’m the one making his stepsister come whenever she wants?” Bo presses his mouth into the side of my face, “Maybe he’ll ask if I’ll share. You know that’s what he wants, for you to get on your knees for him while we spit roast you.”

“Bo, that’s so gross,” I roll my eyes, “Col’s my brother.”

“He’s not your brother,” Bo pulls back and his eyes go dark, “his mom married your dad. That’s it.”

“Well, you’re not my brother, either,” I brush my fingers over his cheek and behind his ear, “what do you want to do to me?”

Bo bites his bottom lip and scans my face, “I’ll teach you how to fuck like me. But when I say, me, I mean only me. Because after tonight, the only one who touches you—” he leans closer, his eyes boring into mine, “is me.”

Without even thinking, I start nodding. Parched and starving for his attention, I nod with excitement because Bo wants me, and all I want is him.

He reaches down between us and presses his cock against the wettest part of me, and then starts rocking back and forth. With every sharp breath or tense of my muscles, he slows, pulls back, and starts again until I feel my muscles relax and I start to move with him. Soon, every one of his movements feels like a torturous wave lapping at my flesh and I just want to feel him inside me.

“You want it?” Bo grins, feeling me pull at his hips, “Ask for it, Maguire. I’m not stopping until I fit.”

Damnit, Bo…

“Just—” I stammer, my eyes fluttering, “just do it…God, Bo, just fuck me…”

A sinister grin spreads across his face, “And I swear to God, Evie, if Colson ever tries to touch you,” he notches his cock in my entrance, “I’ll slit his fucking throat.” He growls the last words, eliciting a gasp as he finally slides his entire length inside me.

Bo is fucking insane. And, for some reason, I really like it because, instead of recoiling as he threatens Col, all I can do is dig my nails into his back and stifle a cry while he stretches me and fills me completely. He slowly slides back and stops just short of pulling out, then lifts his hand and gently clamps it over my mouth.

“Baby girl,” he looks me in my eyes while I tremble beneath his palm, “this is the part that hurts.”

My eyes round and, with a jerk of his hips, Bo slams his entire cock back inside me. I throw my head back, squeeze my eyes shut, and let out a muted scream against his hand. My legs go rigid, clenching his body while I claw at his back. But he doesn’t stop, he only holds me tighter so he can do it again, harder and deeper each time.

Gradually, the pain dulls with each jerk of his hips, until all I can feel is my nerves firing and adrenaline coursing through every vein. I cling to him and move with him, loving the feeling of being connected to him, being an extension of him, not being able to escape him...

Soon, his hand falls away from my mouth and he grabs my leg, hiking it up to his waist.

“Bo…Bo…” I whimper against his cheek, gasping with each thrust deeper than the last, “Bo…Bo…Bo…” It’s a trance I never want to break.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he moans, his rhythm speeding up, “keep saying my name.”

When he comes, I’m at the mercy of a feral beast who twists his claws into my hair and pulls my head back, licking and biting my throat like he’s about to eat me alive.

Maybe I wish he did.

After he finishes, his breaths slow but he lingers over me like he’s guarding a kill from scavengers. I don’t mind, because I wouldn’t mind suffocating in his jaws, like I’m suffocated by his intoxicating presence every day.

“Bo?” My voice shakes when I finally manage to form a sentence, “Can we do that again?”

He squeezes the top of my throat, tilting my face up to his, “You’re not going anywhere,” he scoffs, “I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”

Technically, Bo did teach me to fuck like him. Sneaking down the hall to his room, parking his car in the middle of nowhere, running around the woods with him, watching him scale the pine right outside my bedroom window—after that first night, I just wanted to be wherever he was. And it’s not difficult, he usually finds me before I find him.

I just have to figure out how to tell Hildy…eventually.

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