Page 117 of Moth to a Flame

He thrusts his cock into me, smooth and thick. Pounds me. His cock hits me in all the right places. Filling me so completely that I don’t ever want it to go away.

Air. I can breathe again. He’s tugged on my hair, letting me out of my watery cage.

“Do you understand?”

Salt burns my throat despite how hard I closed my mouth, and I spit it out. My back arches, the way he’s holding me. My head is tipped up toward the skies.

He leans in so I can see a part of his face. The depravity and cruelty. The feral need.

Then he angles my hips. Shifts his grip. He’s going deeper.

I love him. I’m also somewhere else, not fully me.

“I hate you. Stalker. Monster. Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because I can.” He can, and he does.

“Stop. I—Stop it. Fuck you.”

“Oh, I am.” He lets out a derisive laugh. “That’s exactly what I’m doing. Breathe.”

My cheeks are full with air. Nothing makes it easier. Being held down by my hair. Drowned. Fucked from behind by this big, ruthless man.

It hurts, and yet my stomach winds tight. My pussy is hot, desperate to have him there.

I’m so close to coming that it scares me. More than him. More than the fake rape.

My sickness scares me.

Then again, he isn’t a stranger. He’s my Landon.

Everything’s okay.

“Say it,” he says as soon as he pulls my head up. “Admit it feels good.”

“It’ll never feel good,” I lie. Screaming and spitting sea water soothes me. It heals me, this anger I let out. It’s as intoxicating as what he’s doing to me. “I don’t even hate you! You’re nothing to me.”

“Good. Fucking good, little one.” Landon stays in character, barely.

“Fuck. You.” I use this gift he’s giving me, shouting as he’s railing into me. I’m shouting at him through the burn in my lungs and my throat. “Motherfucker. You can never take anything from me ever again. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck. You.”

“That’s it. That’s why I’ve been stalking you.” Water sloshes around us with every shove, with every groan and tear that come out of me. “It was worth the wait. Fucking you like that. Taking your ass like that. You cry so pretty for me. I’d have waited a million years for you. A million lifetimes.”

His voice isn’t as harsh. I’m not crying as hard. We’ve crossed the line from the fantasy into the real world.

I’ve come out stronger on the other end. We both have.

“You want my cum in your ass?” Landon goes in deeper. Harsher.

“Yes.”

“You’ll have it. Not before…” His arm wraps around me, his fingers spreading my lips and pressing to my clit. He tucks my hair to the side, brushing his lips to my ear. “I thought I’d make you beg. But I can’t hold back.”

I’m high and partly delirious. I have no idea what he’s talking about. The only thing I know is that I have to have more of him. I rock my hips against his, silently begging for his fingers to rub me where I need him the most.

“M-hmm.” I’m no longer crying. I’m riding his cock. His fingers. Letting him be ruthless. Letting him pleasure me in the most delicious ways.

“You’re so good.” His harsh words and sharp voice change, the tiniest bit. I recognize it. This is my Landon. “Such a good girl. You could’ve stopped me at any time, and it would’ve been okay. It would’ve been perfect. But you took it. You tookme. I’m going to—”

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