Page 114 of Moth to a Flame

His yanking of my hair becomes unbearable. I pinch my lips tighter together.

“I did. I stalked you. Baited my time until you’d be completely alone. At my mercy.”

I’m wetter and needier at his words. He says awful things to me. Bone-chilling things. He hurts me. And my thighs clench in response.

I fear him. I need him.

“Unfortunate, really.” The hand in my hair becomes a necklace around my throat. “How you walked into the lion’s den. I’m going to make you my slut tonight. I’m going to fuck you so hard. Going to be ruthless. You think you’re in pain now?”

His laugh is cruel, and he shakes his head while squeezing my throat tighter. I wheeze for air. Only so much can come through my nose.

“Choking you. Shoving my cock in your face. This is nothing. A foreplay.” Jaw ticking. Eyes narrowing. Is he angry, or is he pretending?

Better not to think about it. I don’t want to think at all.

He shoves my face harder on his cock. It’s then that I see his tattoo. My future initials.

My mind is still too lost. Can’t wrap itself around the fact that it’s Landon and not some stranger.

“Suck me off, little one. Get me nice and wet. If not…If you won’t do it…” His tongue runs along the top row of his teeth, and I shiver. “I’ll haul you out of the water. I’ll fuck your ass out there on the sand. No lube. No water. No preparation. You’ll bleed for me, and I’ll love every second of it.”

His voice is so dark and low, and this is it. This is the point where I stop recognizing him altogether.

He’s not the monster from Central Park. He’s someone new. Far more horrible. Far more destructive.

There’s no doubt in my mind that he’ll follow through with his threat.

“Please, don’t,” I whisper before gaping my mouth and offering him my tongue.

“Ah. There she is.” One shove and he’s deep inside, down to my throat. “My slut.”

There’s no reprieve for me. Not a moment to adjust to his massive girth. He’s fucking my face. Holding my head still, thrusting his hips until I gag and slobber and choke.

“What’s that?” His thumb swipes at the tear leaking from the corner of my eye. “Pretending you don’t want this? I bet—Ah, fuck.” When I press my teeth around his length, he pulls me by my hair, glowering at me. “I enjoy the pain…up to a point. Try to bite my dick off, and you’ll suffer.”

I don’t like anything about this.

I love all of it.

He pulls on my hair after I growl at him. “Test me. Please. I bet your ass is so tight. So hot. Going in there dry, just like that, though? Fuck, I’d come hard. Mark your insides with my cum and keep fucking you until I’m hard again. You’ll have lube by then, my semen and your blood. But it won’t be fun. Not even then. You have my word.”

It scares me, the promise of this horrible pain that I know will never actually be delivered.

By him. By this man.

It makes me dart my tongue out to wet my dry lips. I want this.

“Was I clear?” He pushes back inside me.

“Yes,” I say around his cock. A fresh wave of tears streams down my cheeks. “Yes.”

He goes back to being merciless as he violates my mouth over and over and over again.

His eyes are on me the entire time, his harsh gaze forcing me into submission.

“Fuck, that’s good. Watching you fighting this. How desperately you wish you could hate me.” Forcefully, he tugs on my hair until he’s no longer in my mouth. My throat is sore. Hiscock is big and hard and wet. “Enough. Hands and knees. Do it yourself or I’ll make you do it.”

The underlying threat is there.If I do it myself, it’ll hurt.

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