Page 3 of The Hand that Frays

“Goddamnit, stupid girl. Teeth, use your fucking teeth.”

She scrapes her teeth against my skin as she fucks me with her hand right behind them.

The bite of pain takes me to another plane as I grip her hair to the point of pain, hearing a delightful squeal from her.

This is what remains of the fiend who wants to maim Lyla Wade.

The beast that dwells beneath my skin is finally as obsessed with her as I am, and the only time he rears his head to punish her is in times of pleasure and only because he knows she likes it.

I haven’t gone soft, by any means, but for her… Fuck, I’d crawl across glass for her touch.

I’d use my dying breath to call her stupid girl just one more time to watch her eyes light.

“Fuck, Lyla, you’d better…” she doubles down, teeth sinking into my cock, and I lose myself, thrusting forward and coming down her skilled throat as she swallows each pulse like a thirsty little whore.

She wipes her mouth when she’s cleaned me thoroughly, standing and cupping my face.

I growl, using her hair to turn her around, slamming the front of her body into the car as I come up behind her like a predator.

I pull down her pants, if only to see my name branded on her silky skin.

I slap the brand. “You made me come too quickly. You know I hate that.”

“Guilty,” she squeaks as I press her face into the cold metal of the car with one hand, using the other to reach around and rub over her clit.

She’s so fucking wet.

“My filthy little love, you’ve wet yourself.”

“Seems that I have,” she breathes out.

I grin, nuzzling my face into her hair like a man deranged as I inhale her scent, cock filling with blood all over again.

“Fuck, your velvet cunt is so perfect.” My fingers tease her clit before moving home to their true destination.

“Neo, please,” she begs, and I answer by sliding two fingers inside her.

“Ahh,” she whimpers, pressing back into me with trust and need.

Fuck, I am so addicted to this woman. All when I knewno one in the world would ever match my energy, or ever understand me for who I am at my center.

“You never listen to me,” I whisper in her ear, fucking in and out of her fervently, reveling in how she bucks on my hand greedily.

“Because I’m a stupid girl,” she groans.

“Are you? Sometimes, I think you play me like I’m your fiddle.”

“Neo, shit, so close, Neo…” She’s riding my hand like she didn’t come only hours before arriving here when I couldn’t help but finger her while I drove. Her screams kept my mind busy as the highway spread before us like a monotone song on repeat.

“Maybe I shouldn’t let you come. Maybe you need to learn a lesson.”

“Please, no. Let me come, love.”

Ahh, the magic word. The one she rarely uses for me, but the one I’m weak to. It’s my kryptonite coming from her lips.

“Not fair,” I grumble into her ear, nipping the shell with my teeth as she shatters, screams buried by my own as her walls ripple around my fingers delicately, and I imagine myself inside her.

“Tell me, stupid girl, how are we supposed to gain anything if we’re not paying attention to the house?” I ask her when she turns and bares her perfect center to me, lifting a leg for easier access.

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