Page 55 of The Puck Secret

I don’t want to hear anymore lies, so I kiss her. I kiss her with everything I have, and then I kiss her some more. My mouth claiming her, owning her, erasing every word of deceit until there is nothing between us but this. Then I pull back and push up the dress she changed into, my hands ripping the lace thong straight from her body, the fabric coming apart easily in my rage.

“Nova,” she tries again, my name on her lips now sounding like nothing but deception. I can’t bear it, can’t hear her sweet tone whisper my name into the night.

“Don’t say a fucking word to me right now, Madeline,” I command, too lost in her games of shadows to even think straight, as I fumble to undo my belt and jeans.

When I free my cock it’s already hard and leaking, not caught up to her disloyalty yet, and I press her harder against the wall, ignoring her gasp of pain as I run my dick up and down her slit, coating it in her juices. Then I use one hand to lift one of her thighs, and the other to collar her throat, gripping them both hard as I line my cock up with her entrance, and slam inside without warning. Another gasp slips past her lying lips, but the lust and anger is my only focus, fucking her with hard, deep thrusts, forcing her ass to scrape against the brick with every stroke.

“No names,” I spit in disgust. “That’s what you said right? No fucking names.” I shake my head in disbelief, how fucking stupid was I that I let this happen. I let her take my hatred for her and turn it into something else, something real, or something I thought was real.

Her hands curl around my shoulders, holding onto me for support as I take everything out on her body, her wet heat wrapping around me like heaven, except now I know better. She is the daughter of the devil after all. God, I bet they had a good fucking laugh about this, first my mom, and now me.

My hand tightens around her throat, bringing us closer, and she uses her arms to drag my mouth back down to hers, pulling me in for another kiss, but it’s too much. She’s everywhere, and has been all this time.

“Nova,” she moans, her eyes clashing with mine, imploring me to listen to her, inviting me to get lost in the ocean that is her stare, but I won’t do it, not again.

Instead, I pull out of her, spin her around, and shove her down with a hand in the middle of her shoulder blades, as I toss her against some stacked crates next to the wall. Her ass is filled with red marks from the brick wall, some black flecks of dirt also staining her creamy skin, but it’s the fingerprint bruises on her hips that captures my attention. Marks I left there, marks that I thought meant she was mine, that I was hers.

So fucking stupid.

I line my cock back up with her entrance and enter with a hard thrust once more, ignoring the moan she allows to slip out and instead focusing on the tightening of her cunt. My hands digging into the angry, red scrapes and forcing them to bleed. Just like I knew she would, she writhes, but not in pain, no, she fucking loves this, loves that I know what her body needs. I bet her fiancé hasn’t got a fucking clue how his girl likes to be fucked.

“You love being fucked like my little whore don’t you, Princess?” I tease, the pads of my fingers dancing in her blood as I slam my hips against her roughly. “Look at you, letting me bend you over in this filthy alley because you’re so desperate for my cock,” I add in a mix of disgust and carnal need.

“Oh god,” she moans, pushing back against me, taking everything I have got and always begging for more, but god won’t help her now.

I keep one hand on her hip and allow the other to press between her ass and thumb against her back hole, teasing it roughly and making her moan even louder, while admiring the red tint to her asscheeks. I like seeing her blood there, hearing her throaty gasps as she begs for more. I want her to feel it all, I want her to feel and remember all of the pain she caused me.

Buckling beneath me I know she is desperate to come, and I almost want to keep it from her, stop her from getting any sort of pleasure thanks to me, but I need this. I need her cunt soaked and desperate for me, swollen and begging for more. It’s why I use the hand pressed against her back hole, to reach up and grab her hair, lifting her from the crates completely.

“Touch yourself,” I demand. “I want your cunt strangling my cock until my cum is dripping out of it.”

“Oh fuck,” she moans, arching her back further into me and reaching down to play with her clit. Her hand roughly swirls between her thighs, and from the way she instantly spasms around me, I can tell she is close.

“That’s it, Princess, show me how much you like being my whore.” Another flutter of her cunt at my words and I can feel my own orgasm drawing closer.

“Nova,” she cries, writhing her hips against my cock and her hand, desperate for her release. “I’m gonna come,” she adds, rocking harder and faster.

My own pace picks up and I spin us, pressing her cheek against the wall and snapping my hips in deep, long strokes until she is falling apart around me. “Yes, yes, right there, right there, please,” she pleads, choking me with her pussy as she falls over the edge.

“Fuck, Princess,” I curse, quick to follow, as my own orgasm shoots from my cock and I empty my release inside of her with a final few thrusts of my cock. Pulling us away from the wall and leaning us back onto the crate while she catches her breath. I don’t miss a beat as I lean down and bring my lips to her ear. “Does your fiancé know how much you like being filled with my cum?”

Her entire body freezes, her limbs stiffening as I pull back and let my cock fall from her cunt, stepping away from her and tucking myself back in so I can fasten my jeans. I watch as she pushes herself upright on shaky legs and slowly turns around to stare at me. Running my hands through my hair, I hold her stare as she frantically pulls at the hem of her dress to cover herself, ignoring my cum dripping down her leg.

“Nova, I can explain,” she starts, taking a step towards me, but I take a step back, holding the distance I have created between us. If I’m not mistaken a flash of hurt enters her eyes, but she stops moving. “Please, if you would just let me tell you everything.”

I hold my hand up to cut her off. “You’re Grim,” I say matter of factly. “You’re the one who has been sending me messages and talking to me the last couple of months?” I ask, although it’s not really a question. She opens her mouth to respond and before she can try spin a tale of her own, I add, “Yes, or fucking no, Madeline.”

My harsh tone startles her into closing her mouth and nodding slowly, more tears gathering in those traitorous eyes as she drops them down to the floor. “Was this all just one big joke to you?” I start again. “Make the guy you hate fucking fall for you, and then have a good laugh about it with your future husband.” Her gaze snaps back to mine at my words, like she is searching my gaze to see if they are real.

“Nova, this thing with Brad and I, I can explain, I swear.” She erases the space between us, reaching up to pull me close, her touch making my skin burn as I harshly push her away.

“Your words don’t mean anything to me, Madeline, not anymore. I thought we had something, fuck,” I laugh. “I thought we had something twice, you, fucking Grim, god I’m so stupid. To think I thought the puck bunnies were selfish whores,” I shake my head with another humorless laugh.

“That’s not fair,” she winces, folding up arms to fight away the bitter cold now lying between us.

This time when I look at her, all I see is the Mayor’s daughter. There is no Maddie, no Grim, just his fucking daughter, and all their fucking lies. I know she sees it, the moment my eyes turn from hurt to disgust, I see it in the way she braces her shoulders as I open my mouth. “I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, huh?”

She recoils as if I physically hit her, one of those tears finally making its way to her cheek before she dashes it away. “Fuck you, Nova,” she spits back bitterly.

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