Page 53 of Stone

His blue gaze darkens with desire. “Bedroom.” When he tilts his head toward the door, I move.

The tenderness persists from the assault on my ass only hours ago, but still, I need more.

As I step into the room, I gasp at the meager furnishings, having never witnessed something so sparse other than Stone’s small bedroom back in our father’s house.

A double bed takes up the entire space. The covers are thin but clean, and there’s not even a closet, let alone a set of drawers. A lone mirror sits on the opposite wall, and I wonder if it’s covering something up or purposely placed there to witness the scenes acted out on the bed.

A wave of heat travels over my face at the thought, and I shift from foot to foot.

His breath whispers over my neck, so close, yet so far. “What’s the matter, Princess? Not good enough for you?” His words are a cruel taunt, delivered to cause me pain, but they’re not true despite his beliefs.

“Get on all fours,” he grits out as his finger trails down my neck.

“Stone. Can we talk?”

My gaze meets his in the mirror, where I remain rooted and breathless at the intensity of his stare.

“I don’t want to talk. I want to fuck.”

My heart skips a beat. Hurt and need slither through me as if my body is betraying me. I want that too, but I also want more than that. There’s so much to discuss, but I want him to fill me, to own me, to remind me I’m his and ultimately, he’s mine too.

I’ll do anything for him. Anything.

“I’m going to fuck my baby into you, Sienna. I’ll make sure you’re tied to me forever.” His hand collars my neck, then he presses the tips of his fingers into my skin. It’s a threat and a promise. “And nobody is going to take this away from me, do you hear?”

Shoulders dropping, I nod, and my eyes close on their own accord when his warm tongue sweeps up my neck, but then his touch is gone.

“Get on the fucking bed, and open those legs.”

Stone

Sienna climbs onto the bed, and the head of my cock stings at being squeezed by my waistband as her hips sashay onto the mattress. Fuck me, she’s incredible. Every goddamn inch of her perfect body is incredible.

Nobody will take her from me again. Even if I have to sell my soul to the devil, nobody will take her.

I step up behind her, and the heavy clunk of the metal of my belt fills the air, then the sound of my zipper follows as she sucks in a sharp breath. I release my cock from my boxers, and my mouth waters at the thought of pushing inside her and her wet heat encompassing me once again.

My gaze latches onto her swollen asshole, and my chest swells with pride at the sight. Slowly, I trail a finger down her spine, delighting in the goosebumps that break out over her skin. The contrast of her softness against my tarnished skin will always be a wonderment I never want to change. I deliver a crack of my palm to her ass, and she gasps, causing me to chuckle, then I line the thick head of my cock up to her pussy and slowly slide inside.

Eyes rolling in splendor, I take a hold of her hips, the grip bruising. I bask in the tightness of her sweet pussy muscles as they pull me in as if needing me as much as I need her. They clench around me, hugging me so damn hard it’s like a vise locking my cock in place, strangling it.

I buck my hips against her ass, bouncing off it as I thrust in and out of her. The fact her swollen asshole is still weeping my cum has me moving faster and faster.

The flimsy bed squeaks and creaks with each movement. The metal headboard hits the plaster with a heavy crack again and again, along with the sound of Sienna’s moans as I fill her soft cunt with my solid length.

“Are you on birth control?” The thought of her trying to get pregnant with that prick’s child has me murderous.

“N-no.”

My nostrils flare. Anger and possession rush through me, and I slam inside her harder as punishment.

“I’m fucking my baby into you!” I roar. “Mine!”

Soft whimpers and whines escape her treacherous lips, and it adds to my desire to have her swollen and owned by me.

“Fuck. That’s it. You take me so well, Sienna. You were fucking made for me. You hear me?”

“Yes. Oh god, yes,” she moans and drops her head to the pillow.

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