Page 54 of You Belong With Me

He laughs. “Keep telling yourself that.”

He pulls my other strap down, so both breasts are free now. Then he pulls back and stares down at me. “I wish I could see you better,” he says. “But this will have to do.”

I open my mouth to ask what he’s going to do, but before I can, he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my sweats and tugs them down. My underwear comes down along with my sweats, and I gasp.

“What are you doing?” I push at his shoulder, but it’s like he doesn’t even notice me. He lifts my left leg, and pulls my sweats and panties free, then repeats that with my right leg.

Now, I’m standing in front of him naked, with only my tank top scrunched around my ribcage. I shiver against the cold, but he doesn’t even seem to notice.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he says with amusement in his voice. “I’m going to fuck you, Wyn Barker. I’m going to remind you who you belong to.”

I’d snap back at that, but I’m too terrified. Being naked with a guy who murders for fun, on the edge of a twenty-foot cliff, will do that to a girl. I’m surprised I’m still conscious, quite honestly.

He unzips his pants. All I can see is the movement of his arms, but I know that’s what’s happening. He bends slightly, and grabs the backs of my thighs, picking me up and placing my ass on the edge of the railing.

Holy shit.I squeak and grab a fistful of his shirt. “Lucas, I’m going to fall,” I say, panic gripping me by the throat. One wrongmove and I’m dead. That’s it. Below me, there’s nothing but giant rocks and cold ocean water to catch my fall. “Please.”

“Mmm, I like hearing you beg,” he says.

I hook my heels around his legs and cling to him. His one arm is hooked around the small of my back, while he guides the head of his cock along the length of my entrance.

Oh, shit.Oh, my God.My clit instantly starts to thrum with need and my thighs relax a little, opening up to him. With a low chuckle, he peppers kisses down the column of my throat. “Do you think about this?” he asks, his warm breath brushing over my skin. “About me fucking you?”

I don’t respond.

He tightens his hold around my back as he pushes into me, and moans loudly, the sound of a tormented man. He pushes in as deep as he can, then pauses, like he’s gathering himself, his head resting on my shoulder.

“Fuck,” he says, lifting his head. “You feel like heaven, Wyn.”

The muscles inside my pussy clench, and he begins rocking against me. My body opens up, welcoming him in, pulling him in deeper. Dear God. He feels so good—filling me, stretching me, his pelvis slamming into my clit.

One arm is encircled around me, preventing me from falling, while the other hand grabs me by the throat—squeezing until I can barely breathe. Pleasure mutates into pain as his thrusts become more brutal, more savage. He slams into me with so much force, squeezing my windpipe, tears prick the backs of my eyes.

The wood railing moves under the force of his punishing thrusts and I wonder, briefly, if it’s strong enough to take this kind of beating. If it gives way, then we both plunge into the ocean below.

I suck in little gulps of air as he continues his assault, the pain sparking something inside me. A deep, clawing need formore.

“I would sell my soul for you, Wyn” he says, releasing my throat, so he can sink his teeth into the skin just below my ear. Sharp pain spikes through me, and I moan. “I would lie for you,” he whispers against my skin. “I woulddiefor you…”

His thrusts become more measured and more violent, his cock slamming into me mercilessly. I’m so close to the edge of an orgasm, I hold my breath. My muscles tighten, preparing for the onslaught of sensation.

Then it happens, with one last powerful thrust, he stiffens, and my orgasm slams into so impossibly deep, it feels like he’s ripping me apart. “I wouldkillfor you…” he chokes out, the sound strangled. Tortured.

I hear the words, but I’m gasping, drowning in sensation as my own orgasm crashes into me—and I cling to him, my channel clenching around him, milking his cock.

As the echoes of my orgasm begin to fade, he lifts me off the railing, our bodies still connected until he sets me down on my feet. He’s breathing like he just ran a marathon, and he shoves his cock back into his pants, zipping up.

I pull my tank top back up as I heave, trying to catch my breath. I can’t even see where my sweatpants landed, but I don’t need to, because he grabs them, along with my underwear, and helps me step into them.

All the while, his words circle inside my head…

I would kill for you.

Once I’m dressed, he straightens and I push past him to walk down the ramp.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

What a dumb-ass question. “Don’t worry about it,” I say over my shoulder, already picking my way down the hill.

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