Page 71 of Moth to a Flame

Any minute now, Rosemary or one of my friends could come out here searching for me. They could even attack this man who’s balls deep inside me. Who has his hand on my mouth and looms over me like a rapist would.

I don’t care. I don’t care. I do not care.

This isn’t how I imagined my first time would be. My real first time, not the one that was robbed from me.

But Landon knows what I need better than I do.

I whimper into his palm, pushing my hips back toward him.

Any trace of emotion is wiped from his face. “Shut up.”

He throws himself into it. Into fucking me like the beast he is. Dragging his cock out of my pussy. Slamming it into me over and over again.

I’m being taken. Owned. Marked from the inside out.

My past is shredded. It’s as dead as the girl I once was. There’s only this big, vicious man who does obscene things to my body. Who claims me so thoroughly whether I want it or not.

And fuck, this…This is everything I could’ve dreamed of when I cried myself to sleep. When I wished someone would get me out of my own head. Heal me.

Landon is doing it.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard.” His fingers are on my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Going to make you come on my cock. I’m out here, in the street, assaulting you, and you’ll come for me. It’s going to mess with your head, but you’ll get off. You’ll come for this man that you hate.”

I need to prolong this moment. I ache for it to last. For the pain and humiliation of being brutalized and pleasured to never end.

I fail.

My vision blurs as my orgasm pummels into me. I moan and weep and writhe beneath him, and this wrathful God doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let up while he’s beating my pussy with his cock, or rubbing me until pleasure becomes pain.

It’s too much.Stop. My eyes mirror my begging, but he doesn’t. He stretches out my orgasm, making me cry into his palm.

“You won’t think about any other man ever again.” His white teeth shine in the moonlight as he bares them to me. As he keeps thrusting into me. “You’ll always remember this moment. These minutes that I ruined you. I’ll be the air you breathe. I’ll scare your precious soul. I’ll be everywhere, Regan.Fuck. Everywhere. Not him. Me.”

A surge of heat shoots into me. Landon’s eyes are narrowed, and he grunts words likefuck, yes, damn it, Regan, you feel so good, such a good slut for me.

I bask in his voice. Soak in his distorted praise. Ingraining these long seconds that he pulses inside me into memory.

It doesn’t last, though. Nothing good ever does.

Not in my world.

“Little lamb. You feel this?” He doesn’t sound like a rapist anymore. Doesn’t act like one with his lips on my temple. With his hands sliding down my mouth to my throat then my stomach. He pulls me closer to him, rocking into me, kissing me. “I’m putting babies inside you. Righting every wrong that’s ever happened to you. Like this. You’re filled with me, and soon, this beautiful stomach”—he clenches his fingers on me for emphasis, sucking in air—“will be swollen with our babies. I love you. I fucking love you.”

He loves me.

And he’s still very much determined to get me pregnant. Even though I…

I haven’t told him. He can’t know.

He’ll have to know.

“Regan?”

Thank the universe for my sister. Another second of this breeding talk and I would’ve cried in pain. It would’ve ruinedeverything. Would’ve turned this night from a dream to a nightmare.

A real nightmare.

“Come on, love.” Landon’s efficient, pulling out of me and fixing the both of us in a hurry. I gaze up at him as he cups my cheeks, his gorgeous platinum hair seeming white in the moonlight. “Go back to your group. I’ll be waiting outside to drive you two home.”

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