Page 17 of Breaking Boston

"Good girl," D praises me, bringing a nervous brush to my already burning cheeks. "Now get on the bed for King. I'm gonna watch while he shows you who fucking owns you...my turn will be tonight." he quirks, a sexy grin that has my thighs shaking and my pierced nipples as hard as fucking pebbles.

“Fuck it,” I mutter, getting on the bed, nervous as fuck since I've never had sex willingly.I don't even know what to do. Bobby ruined it for me...

D sits at the end of the bed, watching intensely with his hand down his pants, wrapped around his cock, ready to start stroking. I look at King, biting my lip as I prop myself up on my elbows, watching him check out every inch of my body.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?" He asks in a soft tone as he climbs on the bed, hovering his naked body over mine.

"It's complicated," I admit, not wanting to get into it.

"I'll take it nice and slow...this time only.Next time, I'm going to fucking ruin your tight, sinful cunt for any other man. I'll make sureeveryoneknows who you fucking belong to." He crashes his mouth onto mine, his tongue slipping through my lips, dancing with mine.

I fall into his feral kiss, my mind clouding with lust and longing for something I don't understand. Before I realize what'shappening, my body is moving with his, responding to his questing touch, and my hands grab his hips as he smirks down at me. Every inch of skin seems like it's humming with excitement, feeling as if I've been locked in a bleak room my entire life, and now this stranger is shedding some light on the truth behind all of my pain. But his eye color is a distinct blue, like the cobalt of the sky, I think, pulling away breathlessly.

“You’re not h—ow, fuck!” His teeth clasp around my wrist and rake down my forearm before I can pull away again. “Fucking hell, what the fuck was that?” I growled, hiding the fact that his bite made my pussy even wetter.

Eyes shimmering with deep amusement, he tugs me back to him. His grunts and slurs are birthed from his throat, and the letters that chase into the exhales are, “Come on. Just let me in.” His hands tightened around my neck, and I let a moan slip from my throat, making him smile against my lips.

"I can't wait to cover you in my cum. I think you'd look so fucking gorgeous. I'll paint a fucking masterpiece—a modern-day Mona Lisa painted out of my cum."

I shiver from the filth of his words, but I'm turned on more than I've ever been before. He pushes my legs open with his knee, his hand still around my throat and his lips clamped on mine. I can feel the cold metal piercings lining his cock as he rests it against my inner thigh.

I gasped, feeling every inch of his hard body press against mine. I'm overwhelmed with a mix of fear and desire, but for some reason, I'm unable to resist him. And as his fingers reach between my thighs, his touch sending electric shocks through my body, I surrender to a darkness I never knew existed.

As he pushes deeper into me, I close my eyes, feeling a sensation I've never felt before. I'm torn between the terror of what's happening to me and the pleasure that's coursing through my veins. His fingers slide in and out of me while his thumb rollscircles over my clit. My hips buck and I find myself riding his fingers, chasing the pleasure—his touch—like a fiend.

“Fuck, pretty girl. Ride my fucking fingers, baby,” King groans against me, but I don't get to hear the rest.

My entire world goes black as he pulls his fingers out and pushes his cock in, stretching out my pussy, ripping his way between my tight walls.

"Ahh, fuck," I moan, arching my back off the bed, my legs parting more to take him even deeper.

He sinks his cock in slowly, teasing my pussy, but gentle as promised. Burning, ripping, searing pain consumes me as he bottoms out inside of me, keeping still so my pussy can stretch comfortably around him.

"Fucking hell, you're so damn tight, Pretty Girl. But your cunt feels like fucking heaven. I don't ever want to pull out." He smiles, gliding his tongue along my lower lip. "Does it hurt?"

"It's fine," I lie, just wanting him to keep going.

"Wrap your legs around me," he orders, lowering his body into mine. I obey and lock my legs around him, pulling him closer as he starts to thrust, drilling his cock deep with slow, long strokes. The feeling of his piercings rubbing against my inner walls is new, and it's fuckingamazing.

I can feel the pleasure building inside of me, mixing with the pain and creating a sensation that's new and overwhelming. King's fingers dig into my hips as he moves; the love bites he's left on my skin are now bruising, and I'm not sure if I've ever felt more alive than in this moment. But even as my body responds to him, a sudden wave of guilt washes over me. I think about my plan to escape, to find my real family—and the road it led me down.

But right here, right now, none of that seems to matter.

The look in King's eyes steals my breath; his gaze, incredibly intense and focused solely on me. It feels like I'm being seen—truly seen—maybe for the first time in my life. His touch is something I've never felt before, and for all the fear and hesitance, I'm unable to deny that I want this.

This maelstrom of emotions is interrupted when I feel King start to move even faster, his thrusts growing rougher, pulling these guttural sounds from deep within him. I can't stop the moans that escape my lips, feeling out of control but still so incredibly free at this moment. It's a contradiction.

"You're mine now," he growls, his fingers gripping my skin so tightly that I'm sure there will be bruises.

I'm caught in his intense and possessive gaze, feeling a strange sense of belonging regardless of the circumstances that brought me to this point in time. But that moment of introspection is short-lived, and a sudden thrill washes over me as I'm pulled back into the frenzy as he draws his hips back and surges them forward, the pierced tip of his cock pressing against my cervix. This bursts heat throughout my entire body, and I can't help but throw my head back and cry out. It's a mix of pain and pleasure, but something deeper too—something feral that's welling up from within me. King seems to sense it too, as his fingers press into my skin even harder, leaving marks that I'm sure will be there for days.

King's eyes lock with mine, and I see a flicker of something dangerous and raw in them. He's not the same as the others, and I know that deep down, I'm not the same as I once was either.

But even as the pleasure continues to build within me, I can't completely forget the fear and desperation that have plagued me for so long. There's a part of me that's still yearning for freedom, for answers, and for a new identity.

I can't let this consume me,I remind myself.I need to escape and make a life of my own.

But as King's movements become even more frenzied, my body feels like it's on fire. I can't resist him, nor do I truly wantto at this moment. It's as if I've given into something wild and untamed, releasing the shackles that have held me back for so long. I'm on the edge of something incredible and terrifying, and as King continues to claim me in every way possible, surrendering to him becomes both an act of rebellion and an act of submission.

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