Page 35 of Sorrow

“Um...”

Smirking, he pushes my legs apart again when they close of their own accord. “Shh... You’re going to have to relax if this is gonna work.”

He tries again, sending a whole new type of fear through me.

“Ifwhatis gonna work, exactly?”

Huffing, he presses a little harder. “Hold your breath.” When I do, he raises his eyebrows as his finger struggles to slip inside. “See? Now exhale.”

Nervously, I do as told only for him to take my breath away completely when his finger enters my body.

Clearly, he still has one more thing to take from me before I get what I really need.

Somehow though, having any part of the King of Sorrow inside my ass is almost intoxicating.

I’m almost embarrassed by how wet it makes me.

“So when you said you’d fuck me, you didn’t mean my pussy, huh?”

“Oh I will fuck this pussy, Samara. I’m making my way there in my own time.”

He hums a little as he continues to stretch me, palming himself with his other hand. I may not be an expert, but I’m damn sure noone’s asshole has ever stretched enough to take someone his size.

Let alone their very first time.

Swallowing thickly, I try to relax when he narrows his eyes at me. “I talked to him, you know. Nate. He said blood makes him squeamish, that’s why he wants someone else to fuck me before he does. Do you have that problem?”

Freezing, Hayes stares at me disbelievingly for a solid ten seconds before he laughs. “Wow. Squeamish from a little blood? What a fucking bitch. No, I don’t have a problem with blood. I’d paint your fucking skin with it and still eat you alive.”

His voice deepens the more he speaks, sending goosebumps down my spine.

I wonder what he would do to me if I handed him a knife?

My stomach squirms with curiosity, a little fear, and more lust than I’d like to admit. Pain I ask for after a lifetime of pain I was forced to endure? Yeah, I think I might be okay with that.

“You like it.”

He nods, seemingly lost in thought. “Your skin is like a blank canvas, Hurricane. It’s hard not to leave my mark on you every single day, and when I think about yourblood coating my dick, I —” He snaps out of whatever daze he was in, squeezing the life out of his cock through the fabric as he takes a steadying breath. “Yeah. I like it.”

Stretching me further, Hayes adds more lube as I think about his words. I fucked up by admitting Nate would never want that. Now if we ever do it, we can’t use training as an excuse. It would be for us. For me. For him.

It seems too intimate.

I want to change the subject, but he’s got three fingers inside of me and it burns. Talking seems to be the only thing distracting me. “So, you’re paying me now, right?” I remind him. “Stop holding back. You’re paying me to be your little whore, so... make me your little whore.”

Something I can’t read flashes in his eyes, but he pulls his fingers out of me without responding and begins lubing up his cock. “Keep quiet,” he warns, kicking off his pants completely before flipping me over onto my stomach.

I hear the ruffle of his shirt falling to the floor a second before his weight joins me on the bed, and I realize I might’ve made a mistake.

He was holding backforme, to protect me. To make this easier on me.

And I allowed myself to forget who I’m dealing with.

I don’t have time to gasp before I feel the head of his cock splitting my ass open. It burns more than his fingers ever could, the solid mass stretching me so wide I know I’ll be ruined when this man is done with me.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his forehead falling against my shoulder as he continues to fill me up more with each passing second.

It feels like a mercy when I feel his hips against my cheeks, knowing he has nothing else to give me. I already feel too full, like if I move even a fraction of an inch, my body will break.

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