Page 116 of Moth to a Flame

If I don’t relax, the next part is going to hurt. I resisted his two fingers the other day, and I remember the burn. Most of it went away when I let him in.

And though I know it’ll hurt, I put one hand forward, then the next. Drag my knees on the sand.

I’m going to fight this. Him. My past.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Two hands grip my hips. His fingers are brutal as they bury into my flesh. “Little one. There’s no running from this. There’s no running from me.”

That’s the last warning he offers before sinking every inch of himself inside me.

The searing sensation. The pain. The decadence. All of it hits me like a freight train and I’m struggling to breathe, to hold myself up.

I don’t have to. This man who ruts into my ass does it for me.

“You think I’m going to stop here?” I have no idea what that means.

What I do know is that I have to escape. As fragile as I am. As rough as he’s being. As much as he holds me like he’ll never let go. I need to try.

He won’t hurt more than I can take. But I’m not going to just let him.

“You think I’m going to settle for fucking your virgin ass, little girl?” he grunts. He groans. He stretches me and pleasures me and it’s so hard to resist him.

I have to.

“There’s more to my fucked-up fantasies. There’s a reason why I lured you out here.”

Again, I claw at the sand. Wriggle in his grip. Kick his thigh with my foot. Anything to move forward. Anything to get away from this.

This blinding pleasure. This humiliation. This desire.

An inch. That’s where my futile attempt gets me.

“Cute.” He still grips my hip when his other hand laces into my hair. Still ruts into me. I’m still moaning. “You, thinking you can escape. There’s no escaping this. Deep breath.”

Instead of inhaling like he said, I scream.

No one hears me.

Not even him.

My scream gets swallowed in the ocean, where he dunks my head. I’m too shocked to fight. I’m stunned and shrieking.

My ass is getting railed while he grabs me by my hair and his thumb strokes my nape. While I look at the darkness and water swirls around me.

This is sick. I never believed I could be into anything like this. I shouldn’t be. Forced and degraded and drowned.

Except I am. I grow hotter and needier from his power. From the air deprivation. My thighs clench.

“Oh, fuck.” The sounds of his pleasure are clearer now that he’s yanked my head out of the water.

I suck air into my lungs. I blink away the water dripping from my eyelashes.

“Have I made myself clear?” The lust is gone from his voice. He’s harsh and punishing, sounding cruel. “There’s no escaping this. You’re going to take this. Going to be my slut. Again.”

My inhale is more of a gasp. Very little air comes in.

He pushes my head under the water anyway. I snap my eyes shut to keep the salt out of them.

In this abyss, in this black place I’m in, Ifeelhim.

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