Page 84 of Moth to a Flame

“I’m going to make you come hard, love.” He comes into views, with his pitch-black eyes and his hair shimmering in the moonlight. “You’re going to be my filthy little whore and be quiet while I fuck you.”

He’s not asking. He’s shoving my ripped panties into my mouth, gagging me with it. It’s so vile, sucking on my arousal. Choking on it.

Loving it.

I’m the one who gave him a free pass to do what he wants whenever he wants with me. I embrace it. I need it.

“You’re beautiful. So beautiful,” he hisses, throws his sweats on the floor, and goes back to kneel behind me.

The way he tied me and positioned me, I’m bare to him. I’m spread open. From how my face is angled, I see him looking at all of me. At my wet thighs and dripping pussy.

“One day.” He sucks on his thumb, pressing into my tightest hole. Where no one has been before. Not even the monster. “I’ll take you back here. Today, I’m fucking babies into you.”

Tears brim in my eyes, but they never fall. Landon, without knowing, banishes my sadness by slapping my pussy. His hand cracks hard on me, again and again. The wet sounds and my choked screams echo in my bedroom.

On an impulse, I try to close my legs. He cracks his hand harder at that.

“You’re not running from this.” Another crack, and it hurts. It’s hot. I’m trembling as an orgasm coils inside my belly with each harsh slap. “You’re going to let me take care of you.”

Each word is a slap. A crack. So many of them that I lose count.

“You’re fucking gorgeous like that. Swollen and wet. You’re making a mess of my hand.”

Another surge of pain comes. This time, it’s accompanied by an explosion of white-hot pleasure. He’s filling me up with his cock. Landon bottoms out inside of me, and he’s ruthless.

He’s the embodiment of power. Heispower.

Hands firm on my hips, fingers biting into my flesh. His thrusts push me deeper into the bed. They knock my breath out of me. He stretches me so thoroughly, marking me from the inside out.

Making me even more his.

I’m Landon’s.

And I’m strong. So strong.

“You.” He’s no longer sitting up straight.

One hand is on the back of my head, the other is on my clit, rubbing, stroking. He presses on it, making me squirm in pain. Making me moan in so. Much. Pleasure.

“You’re a drug, Regan.”

My wrists and ankles push against the restraints. The need to hold him, touch him, it’s a living thing.

“I could never get enough of you. Only. Ever. You.” The last word cracks. He’s choked with his need for me. “Come. Fucking now.”

I do. I come for him. I come apart for him, clenching and unclenching around his cock. He holds me tighter, rubs me faster. Fucks me that much harder.

“So good. You’re milking me so fucking good.” His hands return to my hips and he uses his grip to move me, to change the angle in which he’s fucking me. I didn’t think he could get anydeeper. He does. “You’re going to take my cum, Regan. Going to take every drop.”

Please, don’t say it.Please, don’t say it.

Please.

“I’m going to get you pregnant.” With every last ounce of strength in me, I force the tears back. Try to focus on how good he feels while he’s rutting into me. “I’ll fuck babies into you. So many of them.”

I blink at him, and there are no tears left. There’s only Landon and the flexing muscles on his back and biceps. Only his fingers and cock. Only him. I come for him again, and it triggers his orgasm.

He empties himself inside me with long, harsh strokes. Runs his hands down the curve of my back, of my ass.

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