Page 34 of Deviant Secrets

He’d been fucking and toying with me all night. Hiding beneath a mask like a coward. Anger swelled within me and before I realized it, my hand met his face. His jaw clenched and redness spread across his face from the force of the slap.

“I want off this ride.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

I hate him for betraying me like this. But he didn’t care; he continued to roll his hips against me in long, slow strokes. Digging his nails into my waist.

“You weren’t there.”

“I know. I should have fought harder for you. I ran scared.”

I reeled back, striking him again as he slammed into me. Tears streamed down my face, and my back arched. A mix of hurt and overwhelming pleasure.

“You weren’t there,” I whispered. “You left me alone with them.”

“Hit me again.”

He braced himself for another hit, but I couldn’t do it. It wasn’t his fault, or mine. I couldn’t hate him for escaping. Hewas only nineteen. Asking him to take me would’ve not only put him in danger but ruined his life.

“I called for you.”

My wet tears dripped onto his face, and my lips hovered just over his, wanting to feel them again. Like in the shower.

“I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere this time.”

A thick hand clamped around my throat, pressing in at the sides as Nick gripped my hips and fucked into me. Dark spots clouded my vision before a rush of air filled my lungs.

“Choke him.” He let go for just a moment so I could take one sharp breath before smothering me again. “Choke him and you get air.”

I clawed at Nick’s chest, leaving deep, bloody lines as I struggled for air. Playing my shaky fingers up his torso I found the base of his neck, and wrapped my hands around it as tight as I could muster in my exhausted state.

My hips began moving, meeting his thrusts as pressure built within me. King’s large hand covered my mouth and nose. My lungs burned, and I couldn’t breathe.

My hands barely fit and I placed gentle pressure, choking him, and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Pressing in at the sides in order for my own breath to return. His back arched and he gasped. Taking in short, labored breaths, and tried swallowing around my hand.

“Say it again,” I pleaded, fighting against the hand around my neck. I could feel his hot breath gasping and moaning over my mouth.

“I’ll never let you go again, Chloe.”

His fingers dug into the skin on my hips, and he whispered, “You’re going to be a good girl and come all over my cock.”Thrust.“I’m giving you my children.”Thrust.“Not him.”Thrust.“Not anyone.”

His mouth devoured mine, swallowing my screams as my orgasm crashed over me; forced to let go in ecstasy. This one felt heavy and overwhelming.

Once it was over, I lazily rolled off and crashed next to him while Angel went straight for the bathroom. Probably thinking better than to be a part of this conversation.

“You’re so mean,” I breathed.

“You’re the one that ripped my heart out. You made me fall in love with every fucking part of you.”

I rolled onto my side and watched the artery throb against his temple. He finally faced me, his gaze piercing mine and now, I kind of wished he would put the mask back on.

“Morality made you fall in love with me. You treated me like a problem that needed to be fixed.” I replied emotionless. Seeing him again brought back feelings I fought so hard to repress.

For so long, I blamed him for not fighting harder, but the truth is; he’s right. He gave me an out. At the time, I was too scared to start over safely and away from that house. Instead, I chose to become a slave to it.

“What do we do now?”

“Kill him…all of them.” His tone was blunt and emotionless while his jaw ticked. I wouldn’t let him ruin his life. He would never be able to live with the fact that he killed his own brother.

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