Page 70 of Moth to a Flame

Heat. So much of it. It pools between my thighs. Hardens my nipples. The butterflies in my stomach feel a lot like small animals with sharp canines. Dark and twisted. Just like me.

Like us.

And yet.

I’m not giving in. I’m never giving in ever again.

He lifts his hand from my stomach, makes a fist of my hair, and pulls. Our eyes meet in the darkness of the night. Slowly, he lowers his hand from my mouth to my chin.

“Get the fuck off me,” I snarl, starting quiet.

“If you’re trying to piss me off, you’re doing a great fucking job.” His throat works. Nostrils flaring.

No, I don’t try to piss him off. I’m fighting. I open my mouth and—

I understand what he did with his throat now. He’s been gathering saliva, and he spits it into my mouth, covering it with his hand.

“Such a fucking liar.”

My jeans and underwear are shoved down my thighs. My cheeks are full, my eyes are huge. I can’t look away from him. Even when my hair isn’t in his grip anymore, my gaze is fixated on my psycho boyfriend’s eyes. On his murderous expression.

On the love that shines through him.

While I feel that too—this maddening, mind-numbing love—I’m terrified. He’s a beast. A force of nature.

Mine.

He’s mine.

“Swallow,” he hisses, as I hear the sound of his zipper. “Swallow like the slut you are.”

I’m not done gulping it down my throat when his bare cock presses to my ass. Crippling fear washes over me. It’s not a wave lapping at the shore.

It’s a tsunami threatening to swallow me whole.

The sheer terror of it paralyzes me.

“You’re going to take it. Going to takeme.” Landon’s there, reminding me it’s him. He yanks my hips back and lines himself to my pussy. “Fuck, I can already feel how tight you are. How your pretty little pussy sucks my cock in.”

More tears run down my cheeks and on his palm. Except I’m not afraid anymore. I’m not stuck in a nightmare from a decade ago.

He promised he’d take away my worst nightmares, and he’s doing it.

Like no one else could. Like no one else ever will.

“Ah, yes.” His lips are on my temple. He nudges the tip of his cock inside of me. He’s already so big that I gasp. That I moan.

“If you can’t admit to how much you want this…”

His hips tilt and another inch sinks inside me. He hasn’t gone even halfway in and he stretches me so much it hurts.

“Your soaked cunt will.”

In one shove, Landon’s seated all the way inside, straightening so he can look into my eyes.

“God, I…”

I see his act slipping. His mask sliding off. His jaw tics, his eyes turning molten. My screams are silenced as I stare at him in wonder.

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