Page 286 of Heart So Hollow

How’d you guess? I smile to myself, because that’s what you think about late at night when it gets quiet? She doesn’t know how accurate her assumptions are.

I nod to the headboard above me, “Grab it,” I command, “you can begin where you left off.”

Brett reaches for the edge of the headboard and looks down at me through her arms, her hair brushing the side of my face.

I tip my chin, “Raise up.”

She does what she’s told and I slide down the bed until I’m staring up at her soaking wet pussy. Then I watch as a clear drop trails down the inside of her thigh. “You let me suffocate you,” I lick her skin clean, following it to its glistening source, “now I want you to suffocate me.”

As soon as I pull her hips down, melding my mouth to her clit, she starts raking her fingers through the top of my hair and grinding on my face. And I can’t get enough; drinking her in and hearing her desperate moans while I work my tongue over her is nirvana.

Jesus Christ, she’s a lot more fun when she’s not having one moral dilemma after another…

Soon, I feel her thighs tense and the familiar movement of her torso flexing and her movements slow. When her breath catches, I grab her waist and hold her down on me, licking hard circles as she starts to tremble. The surge hits her and she lets out a high-pitched moan, rolling her hips faster as I drive her into the stratosphere. As soon as her movements slow, I quickly slide out from under her and she reaches for me eagerly when I get up and back her into the headboard.

My mouth quickly finds hers and I start devouring her with long, deep kisses. We’re all hands and heat and desperate breaths reveling in this moment where there’s no one but us. I jerk my boxers down and kick them off before reaching behind her neck and tearing the belt from its buckle.

“Don’t you—” Brett glances down as I drop the belt, but goes silent when I pull her face back to mine.

“No, I’m not going to tie you to it,” I hum while massaging the pink stripe imprinted across her throat, “I’m going to nail you to it.”

In one motion, I reach down and hook my arm under her knee, hiking her leg up and grabbing the top of the headboard. She grabs the top, bracing her elbows on it as I press her back into the wood. Her expression changes to both excitement and terror as I do the same with her other leg until she’s suspended at my hips with her thighs spread wide.

“You look scared, Honeybee.” I love the fear in her eyes, every fucking time.

“Yeah,” her eyes dart up and down between us, “yeah, I’m scared, Col.”

“You should be,” I give her a once-over, trapped between me and my solid oak headboard, “is it because I about tore you apart last time?”

She nods, trembling with both fear and desire, and all I want to do is make her squirm even more.

I lean closer to her face, looking her dead in the eyes, “Has he kept you ready for me?”

She hesitates and her expression falters, “What?” she scoffs, unsure of how to respond.

I tense my jaw and try to keep a straight face. God, I’m such an asshole. Brett might murder me before I can even get my dick inside her again. I see the momentary, subtle change in her eyes as she tries to decipher my tone. She wants to know if I’m serious, if I’m really asking this or if it’s some kind of sick joke. When the corner of my mouth twitches with amusement, she begins to relax.

“Answer me, baby,” I grind my hips against her, sliding my cock over her slick cunt, “I need to know how to take care of you.”

Her mouth opens and she trembles as soon as I start moving, “Y-yeah…” she creaks out between breaths.

I gaze down at her glistening skin, her pussy just dying for me to fill her, “It was so nice of you to let him play pretend, as if he could ever be what I am to you.” She wraps one arm around my neck, still gripping the headboard with the other, and starts moving with me. “But who were you thinking about the first time he made you come?”

She’s shaking now, her ass bumping against the headboard as her hips pump the air between us.

“Speak up, little slut,” I say through clenched teeth, “so he can hear every fucking sound I drag out of you. Who were you thinking about?”

I don’t say it for her or myself, I say it for him, so he knows where everyone stands in this situation—this long, drawn out saga that isn’t over by a long shot.

“You,” she squeaks out, the friction between her legs all but gone. “Every—” she sounds like she’s breaking down, like she’s confessing at the end of an interrogation, “every part I loved was you...”

“Good,” I snarl, pinning her legs tighter in the crook of my arms, “that’s all placeholders are for,” I grind harder, driving her wild, “and he was nothing but a placeholder for my girl to use until I came home to her. My good…fucking…girl…” Her eyes flutter and she claws at my shoulder, inching toward the edge as I heap praise onto her. “Are you ready for me now?” I ask, sliding my tip just inside her.

She nods impatiently, barely able to keep her eyes open, drunk on this moment living dormant in the back of her mind for four years now.

“You better make me fit, Brett Ashley, because I have far less patience for you than I did last time.”

At the last word, I thrust my hips hard and my dick bottoms out inside her, jarring the entire bed. She lets out a cry and digs her nails into my skin, letting her head collapse against the wall. And, this time, I don’t show her any mercy, fucking her so hard that the wood flexes against her back. By the time I’m through with her, she’ll have bruises of purple lace across her back in the same design as the carvings beneath her.

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