Page 137 of Twisted Legacy

“We’ve let you sass us too long. I’m finally going to shut you up. Show you who’s really in charge around here. Whores don’t demand. They’re here for my pleasure.”

“Who are you calling a whore?” My face is smashed into the mattress, muffling my question.

He reaches under me, grabs my nipple, and pulls. I yelp and jerk against him. “You, my little pain slut.”

I’m pushed forward with every forceful slide of his cock, his grip on my neck pulling me back to him. My pussy burns, stretched wider than it’s ever been before, but behind the pain is pleasure. The longer he’s inside me, the better it feels.

“I want this cunt sore. Your throat covered in my handprints.” He smacks my ass. “Your ass on fire when you sit.” He’s gripping my hip so hard it hurts. “You’re here to service me. Now take this dick like a good little slut.”

I clench around him. I should be disgusted that he’s degrading me with his words and hands, but I’m not. His actions call to the part of me that craves danger and trouble. He adds a finger into my pussy even though his dick is already taking up all the room.

“Damn, I never knew a pussy could be as greedy as yours. It’s just begging me to tear through it.”

I mewl into the mattress because I’m a sick hussy and I want that too. I thought Deacon had a mouth on him. But where his words praise and encourage me to obey; I hear the violence in Holden’s voice, the promise to inflict pain and take what he wants without remorse, and it makes me want to push him, to see how far he’d go. It makes me want to let him do naughty, naughty things to me.

He pushes my hips into the mattress, curling his upper body over me, as he lifts my face away from the bed. His hands circle my neck from behind. He squeezes, and my body convulses as I come apart for him, the force of my orgasm so strong I forget to breathe. His hands tighten, prolonging the depletion of oxygen. I’m light headed. Helpless. As he continues to savagely thrust inside me. I struggle for air, my fight spurring him on.

“You’re not going anywhere, little minx.”

I feel the world slip away. My body is heavy. It’s only his hold on my neck that keeps me from slumping forward. The edges of my vision slowly darken, then everything goes black.

I sputter, gasping for air, as the room slowly comes back into view.

“So good, so fucking good.” Holden groans in my ear. I’m flat on the bed, his body shaking on top of me, coming to a stop as his climax ends.

Was he fucking me while I was unconscious? How long was I out? It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, right? I take a minute to check in with my body. I’m sore, but sated. My heartbeat steady. Shouldn’t I be freaking out that he choked me out and kept going?

With one last kiss to the back of my neck, Holden rolls off of me and climbs off the bed. I slowly turn over, mindful of the stiffness and soreness I’m already feeling from being held down and contorted.

Once I’m on my back, I wiggle until I’m in a sitting position. Holden’s now in the furthest corner of the room, watching me. His look guarded. I can’t even begin to imagine what he’s thinking. I sit quietly, giving him a second before asking what’s on his mind, but before I can ask, he tugs his pants on, and leaves.

Chapter78

Thea

Ican feel Holden’s eyes on me when I walk into The Rock for breakfast. I ignore him and sit at my table, the non-legacy table, and dig into my scrambled eggs. He walked out without a word, after our hook up, and he and all the other trust fund babies have been missing from campus for three days. I don’t know why and didn’t bother asking. I’m just glad wherever they were, they didn’t expect me to be there too.

I chomp down on a sausage link and cut into my Belgian waffle, smearing it through the whipped cream. I’m in heaven with this food. The Belgian waffles are my second favorite menu item. The cheese fries are my first.

When I’m done eating, I feel energized to get through my day. I’m taking myself thrifting and then I’m stopping by to see Van, before stretching out on the beach to watch the waves. After throwing my trash away, I make a pit stop at the coffee station to refresh my cup. Holden’s impersonating a sentry when I walk outside.

I had gotten used to seeing him hanging around on the pavement for no reason, and it felt weird that he wasn’t here the last few days. He closes the book he’s holding, his finger inside the pages as a placeholder.

Any hope I had to walk by and continue ignoring him is dashed when he asks, “Why did you sit at your old table?”

“I like the view.”

“There was nothing in front of you but other empty tables.”

I’m not doing this, shit. “Why are you suddenly talking to me?”

He looks at me like it’s a stupid question and I guess it is. “Fine, why are you talking to me today when the last time I saw you, you walked away from me without so much as a goodbye?”

“I needed to go. I-”

I wave off the rest of his explanation. “It was a rhetorical question. I’m not even upset that you ghosted me. It’s cool, but you wasted my time and yours pretending to want to be friends, just like Finn did. If you and your buddies had a competition or something, then you all won. I fucked all three of you. Good job. I didn’t need you talking to me and defending me and all that shit to weaken my defenses. I like sex as much as the next person. We could’ve just skipped to the fucking part.”

“Thea, I talk to you because I like to, not because I’m trying to win any points with you.”

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