Page 103 of Pretty Little Lies

Memories flood my brain of before—ones with Matteo and how he’d have his boys molest me to get off before fucking me so hard and loud in the other room that everyone else could hear. So that every other guy who didn’t have a bitch to bone could envy the almighty Matteo De Leon, because no one could fuck me, but they could imagine it vividly.

They could try when he wasn’t around, and that’s when I learned to fight and almost fail several times. However, I was thankfully never raped when I spoke the severe results of what would happen afterward if Matteo found out.

I lived in fear and self-loathing all the time. A doll that could be played with but never changed, named or taken off the shelf.

“Where did you go?”

I blink, Torin’s sharp jaw stubbled in facial hair coming into focus as his hand cups my cheek and brushes it with his thumb.

Reeve has stopped moving, still deep inside me, and I hadn’t noticed what was happening around me because everything blacked out and faded.

I’m there.

I’m back in misery.

I’m scared and hopeless that I’ll never get out of Matteo’s grip and die from the amount of disgust I felt for myself.

“Bay.” My name is a gentle whisper off Torin’s lips, yanking me back to the here and now. To him and Reeve. “Wherever you are, you’re safe.”

I open my mouth to tell him I’m fine, but the words get clogged in my throat. Torin might have been a dickhead back in those days, but he was an entity I looked forward to when he found me. He made me feel beautiful and like a person. He gazesat me as though I was someone beautiful and deserved to be kept.

Torin leans forward and presses his lips to mine before asking, “Who are you fucking?”

I stare at him for a moment before I say, “Reeve.”

“And how good does he feel?”

“Amazing.” And that’s all Reeve needs to slowly get back into his rhythm.

“Good girl.” Torin pushes himself back, spine against the door again to give us some space. “Now…show him that.”

His order doesn’t come off as annoying as Reeve growls and receives my immediate attention. His chin is tucked into his chest as if he’s fighting off something before looking up at me.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he professes through heaves of air and his head hits the back of the seat again, but those hazels stay locked on me. “And you’re gonna come all over this cock for my birthday.”

Fuck yes, I am.

Another shiver of pleasure rips up my body as it flushes and warms me everywhere. The need to bear down on him harder and faster begins to staple me to just do and not think of anything else from before.

“Hell yes, baby,” he grumbles, locking his palms onto my hips. “Show me how you like to ride dick. You’re so fuckin’ perfect.”

I open my mouth to tell him how he feels to me, but one of his hands falls between my legs and his thumb rubs against my sensitive clit.

He looks down between us, joined together, even though it’s kinda dark in here, but he seems to enjoy it anyway.

“Goddamn…”

I arch my back, hitting another part inside me that has me teetering over the edge, when Reeve rewards me with hastierstrokes to my core. My orgasm rips through me like a bomb through a building, falling freely and aimlessly into pieces.

Reeve fucks me harder, about to reach his limit when I feel him pulling out of me.

“I’m on the pill,” I blurt out. “Fuckin’ own me, Stanton.”

“Geezus fucking Christ,” he snarls out, his hand coming up to rub the top of my head affectionately. “You’re gonna marry me one day, McQueen.”

Then he comes. His cock thickening and spilling into me before his lips crash onto mine once more.

It’s sweet and wild all in the same token. I can’t describe it. Reeve is this unspoken entity that I only just want encased around my being at all times.

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