Page 69 of Twisted Legacy

His tongue darts out, licking my tears. Then finally, mercifully, he releases the skin he was pinching, placing that hand on my hip, holding me in place, as he rocks against me. His other hand flexes, allowing me enough air to take two ragged breaths before he constricts my airway again.

“There are lessons to be learned here, my lying little whore. I want to spell them out, so you’ll understand the cause and effect of what’s happened.”

He moans, dragging his length through my folds. “Fuck, Rey. Your cunt is begging me to fill it, and your tears taste like the sweetest wine. I knew you’d be the perfect little prey.”

My nerve endings are misfiring as he toys with my clit, my whole body vibrating, but instead of fear, it’s with the buildup of my release threatening to break me open.

“Damn,” He groans, rocking against me twice more, then buries his face in my neck and groans, a deep satisfying sound.

He releases a shuddering breath that fans across my skin. When he pulls away, there’s a look on his face that can only be described as content. It’s only there for a second before the cold, uncaring look from earlier is back in place. He climbs to his feet, tucks his dick back in his pants and turns to walk deeper into the woods.

“Wait. Where are you going?” I ask, slowly getting to my feet. My head is spinning and my body is sore. “You just attacked me and you’re gonna leave me here… like this?”

My mouth stalls over the word horny because I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing I was reacting to what he was doing.

“I told you, there are lessons to be learned. First one. Be more careful about where you go when you’re wandering around in old cemeteries and the woods. You never know what predators are looking to devour you.”

I’m pissed he’s leaving me, but I don’t know why I’m upset. It’s not like I want him to hang around. Not like I want him to be the one to make me cum. He’s one of them. The stupid ass Trium and is a suspect on my list of who attacked me that night. Shit, after what just happened, he’s theonlysuspect on my list. And I don’t need a guide out of here. I can figure it out for myself.

The ache in my side mocks me as I pull my shirt down and pants up. I have plenty of marks and bruises on my body, but for the next few days, this one will be a shameful reminder of what happened to me in the woods. What I allowed to happen to me in the woods.

I fought Holden off, as much as I could considering my fear paralyzes me at the most inopportune moments. But I worked through it. I was fighting back as much as I could until my body betrayed me and a small part of me wanted him to overpower me. To take me. To fill me with his cock the way he was using his fingers. Why didn’t he?

Sure, he chomped on me like I was a fucking hamburger, but Holden never demanded I do anything for him but scream and cry. Even the kiss was controlled. Designed to torment me. His hand was in the way so I could barely kiss him back or bite him, which is what I would have done if his fingers weren’t in the way of my teeth connecting.

I walk back to campus. There’s no way I can run right now. My shoulder hurts from hyper-extending it when I was reaching for that branch. I brace my arm against my body to keep from jostling it too much.

I’m sore between my legs, too. Four fingers stretching me was a lot. I feel it every time I take a step. But it’s a familiar ache. A good ache. One I haven’t felt in weeks. Like my pussy has been well used, but it’s also sadly empty, my body unfulfilled.

I imagine I hear heavy breathing behind me, again, the pound of footsteps getting closer. I turn to see if Holden’s tracking me again, but no one’s behind me. When I turn back around, I bump into someone. Another set of hands grab me. I scream and fight.

“LaReaux. Look at me, Thea. It’s me.” I’m shoved backwards, my arms pinned overhead against a tree.

“Focus on me, sweetness.”

Chapter41

Holden

Itold her I was leaving her alone, but I lied. I wanted to give her space after what we did, but there’s no way I’d let her wander around out here alone. I keep my distance, trailing her deeper into the woods near the faculty buildings. I must not have been as quiet as I thought, because she stops to look and see who’s behind her. I’m covered in the dark and the trees. She can’t see me, but I can sense she’s still on edge. From our chase and the denial of her orgasm.

She runs again, and I jog a nice pace behind her. She zigs and zags, probably with no destination in mind, her only thought to evade us. To evade me. Just as it should be.

Her flight comes to a halt when Coach Wolfe comes running towards her on the path. I’m too far away to hear what they’re saying, but I know she’s still trapped in whatever terror now has a hold of her. It’s the only explanation for why she’d take a swing at a teacher. Her hands fly around in a flurry and then they’re pressed against a tree. I watch in disbelief as Deacon Wolfe does the last thing I’d ever expect to see. He drops to his knees, yanks her pants down her legs, then shoves one leg over his shoulder, before diving onto her clit.

I hear her moan when reality penetrates her psyche, her hands grip his head, her hips buck against his face. Before she’s even done, he pulls her to the ground and flips her onto her hands and knees. I watch as he sheathes his dick and slides into her. He pounds into her, one hand around her throat, the other fisting her hair.

The sounds she’s making are louder than she made with us at her chastity vow. Louder than any sounds I ever heard her make at my oasis. She’s been holding back.

My thoughts turn to Coach Wolfe. We all know students throw themselves at him. I’ve never seen him so much as look at anyone with more than passing disdain and wondered if maybe he was into men. But obviously, I got that shit wrong. He likes women. And from the sounds he’s making, he likes this woman and the way her cunt feels.A lot.How long has this been going on?

I bite back the anger I feel that he’s just taken my hard work and ruined it. I wanted her restless, needy, wanting. I wanted her in her room, touching herself while I watched.

I also feel a pang of jealousy. Watching them is a reminder of just how alone I am. I have the guys, but I’ve never had someone risk it all for me. To be so desperate to help me, or so needy for my cock, that they’d drop on all fours, right where they are.

I creep even closer, to watch her be her true, authentic self. No holding back. And until just this moment, I hadn’t realized how badly I’ve wanted to see or hear that. The women we’re with enjoy themselves, but it’s not the same. It’s notthis. This reckless passion. Utter abandon. Between lovers.

“Have you been a naughty girl tonight, sweetness?”

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