Page 54 of Sorrow

“Hayes, wait,” I beg. “Not like this.”

“Yes, like this.” Teeth find my neck as he grinds himself against me. “This is what I am.”

He’s a monster, but for the first time in my life, I think he’smymonster. The one I’ve always craved, always needed. It was never going to happen any other way, I was just too stubborn to see it.

“Fine, then don’t fucking hold back.”

The fact that my consent makes this man — this man whom I’ve always assumed was untouchable — whimper against my skin sends butterflies fluttering around inside of me and arousal pooling in my core. He doesn’t care that it’s cold, that it’s raining, that anyone can stumble across us. None of it stops him from setting me down to shove my soaked shorts off. “I’m done holding back.”

He lifts me back up once his cock is out and shoves himself inside of me with a powerful thrust, and I can only hope that the scream I let out is lost to the sound of the storm. It’s driving, searing, tearing pain... but it’s alsomine.

It’s reshaping me, molding me.

And proving me very, very wrong about not bleeding again.

“So fucking tight,” he grunts, sliding out only to slam himself deep again, and then he finds an agonizingly slow and deep pace. “Samara.”

What the hell is he doing to me? We’re fucking in an alley in the rain, it’s not supposed to be slow. It’s supposed to be violent and fast, full of passion and uncontainable lust.

Yet here he is, acting like we’re in bed at home and he has all the time in the world. Acting like he has to savor every second, every clench of my pussy, every scratch my nails leave on the back of his neck.

Like it’ll be something worth remembering when it’s over.

I’d hate him more for it if it didn’t feel so, so fucking good.

“Did you know I wouldn’t do it?” I ask, gasping as my head tips back against the brick. “Or did you come to stop me because you’re a selfish prick who wanted me all to yourself? That’s it, isn’t it? You couldn’t stand the thought of someone else being inside of me.”

My words make him even more growly and aggressive... exactly what I wanted. “I’ll fucking kill him. You’re mine!”

That’s the closest he’ll get to admitting he’s a selfish prick, and I’ll take it.

I bet Hayes wouldn’t run out if another girl came knocking.

As much as I want to say something else, every word gets stuck in my throat as the skin on my back tears against the wall and he fucks into me harder. It’s raining so hard it’s impossible to even keep my eyes open, so for a moment, I just let myself go.

This isn’t what I thought it would feel like, but in some ways... it’s better. I feel alive for the first time in years, maybe ever. The smell of his cologne, the crashing thunder, the feeling of him splitting me in half — it’s visceral. Tangible.

And it’s mine.

“You’ve owned every part of me now, Hayes. Every inch of me.”

The noise he releases before crashing his lips to mine is feral. “You own me too, Hurricane. I’m fucking done denying it.”

God, hope is dangerous. And that’s what this is — a spark of hope. That maybe not all is lost, my future isn’t forfeit. Maybe the thing I thought ruined me will be the thing that truly saves me.

I just have to play my cards right.

“Don’t come inside me,” I whisper sharply. “I’m still not on birth control.”

“Look me in the eyes and say that bullshit again,” he challenges, gripping my chin so I have no choice but to meet his gaze. “Because this pussy belongs to me.”

Holding back a grin, I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth. “But what if I get pregnant, Hayes?”

“Fuck,” he breaths, cock throbbing inside of me. “Fuck, stop talking.”

Got him.

“You want it, don’t you?” I goad, digging the tips of my fingers into the back of his neck. “You want me all swollen and bred, baby, don’t you? No one could ever say I’m not yours again.”

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