Page 91 of Destroying Everleigh

Pain slashed through my chest at his crude words. I hadn’t been with that many people, had I? Just Ashton, Jameson,Lucas, and…apparently Dakota, even if I couldn’t remember much of it. Was that a lot?

“Stop,” I demanded, but my voice cracked on a sob. Tears were pooling over my water line, trickling down my cheeks. I shouldn’t have run. I should have just sucked it up like I’d done with everything else and followed him into the house.

“Why would I do that?” he asked condescendingly. “You’ve been giving it up to everyone else.” He grunted, increasing the pressure and speeding up his movements. A choked moan slipped from my lips, making me cry even harder. “My brother, my best friend, that Ned Flanders piece of shit you call a boyfriend.”

Finally, he withdrew his hand. Relief flooded my system at the loss of contact, but my body had a very different reaction. My pussy throbbed, aching for the friction only he could give me. As if it remembered exactly what he could do to it. But I shot those thoughts down instantly. My relief was short lived when he started jerking my pants down my legs, fear coiling tight within my stomach.

“Ashton, no.” I shoved against him again, but he pushed me back against the tree with more force, causing the bark to dig into my spine. I winced from the uncomfortable feeling, my breathing coming out short and panicked.

When he managed to get my pants the rest of the way off, he ripped my panties from my waist. They were new ones, and it wasn’t like I could just go to the store anytime I wanted, especially with money being tight. I yelped from the slight sting of them jerking against my hips. He tossed them on the ground and started fumbling with his own jeans, shoving them down his legs along with his boxers. He took his massive erection in his hand and started pumping it a few times.

“Why are you doing this?” I whispered, hating that he had no regard for me whatsoever. That to him, I was just a warm holeto stick his dick inside. There was no sign of the boy I’d fallen in love with. He was this empty vessel, willing to do whatever it took to destroy me completely.

His eyes found mine. Instead of the gray shade they normally were, they’d somehow grown darker. “Why not?”

Ashton didn’t give me time to respond, he was hoisting me up against the tree and slamming into me with one thrust. A scream erupted from my throat due to the sharp pain rippling through me at not having him worked in properly. He groaned, his fingertips digging into my ribs as he held me in place. Tears blurred my vision, but it wasn’t from the physical pain. It was from the emotional agony burrowing into my chest. My hands grasped onto his shoulders for support, my entire body vibrating with sobs, pain, and pleasure.

His lips brushed against the corner of my mouth as he seated himself, taking everything he wanted from me, like it was owed to him.

He pulled back a bit before drilling into me just as forcefully. My head hit the tree, sending a jolt of pain through my skull.

“I’m not on birth control.” I whimpered, trying to breathe through the intense pleasure that was starting to build.

He scoffed. “You think I give a fuck?”

Horror snaked through me at the mere prospect of getting pregnant. Ashton was the only one I hadn’t used a condom with, and that was because I’d been on the pill. He moved one hand, wrapping it around my neck, while gripping my hip with the other. His hips snapped forward over and over again, driving him deep and fast. His grip on me was bruising, and I had no doubt that he’d be leaving marks behind. Just like he always did.

“Fucking shit,” he moaned. The sound of our skin slapping filled the air, and I was thankful that we were in the woods where no one could hear us.

The pain ebbed away completely, leaving me with nothing but pleasure. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. He ignored my pleas for him to stop, and yet my body couldn’t get enough. My heart couldn’t get enough. My arms wound around his neck, a series of noises I couldn’t even decipher escaping me. I could barely even register the harsh bark of the tree against my back now, because all I cared about was this.

He was fucking his anger into me, letting me feel all his rage as he rammed against my body repetitively, hitting a spot that only one other person has been able to reach—Jameson. My legs were propped over his hips, but it was difficult to keep them there without the extra support. As if sensing this, Ashton dropped his hand beneath my thigh and gripped it to help drive his movements.

“You’re such a goddamn whore, Everleigh.” He grunted, adding pressure against my throat, almost like he was warning me—telling me that he could choke me out right here if that’s what he wanted.

My pussy involuntarily clamped down on him, getting off on the possible threat looming above me. I’d never considered myself a masochist, but my body wasn’t getting the memo. He groaned from the feeling, sweat beginning to form around his hairline.

Pleasure was starting to pool in my abdomen, sparks jolting through me at a pending release. A strangled moan fluttered past my lips, my breath catching in my throat as he bulldozed into me again. It was so ruthless and raw and real. There was nothing intimate about this aside from the history we shared.

“Is this how my brother fucked you?” he growled, slamming into me ever harder.

I cried out, my hands twisting through his hair. “No asshole,” I choked out through pants, not wanting to think about him at all right now. He nipped at my neck, causing me to gasp. My hipsstarted jerking against him, riding him despite his hips meeting me head on.

I hated that I enjoyed this. Hated that I fuckingmissedthis. He’s done nothing but treated me like shit since waltzing back into my life, and even as we fucked, he had dickish things to say.

“You’re gripping me so damn tight,” he panted. “Fuck. I hate you.”

If I wasn’t being pounded into oblivion, I might have laughed at the irony. “If you hate me so much, why is your dick inside me?”

His eyes were hooded, the anger draining from his features. But my comment seemed to set him off, because he tightened his grip on my throat and started moving even more intensely, which I didn’t even think was possible. His lips smashed against mine, our teeth clashing together. I cried out, the sound bleeding into his mouth.

Electricity jolted through my core, spreading within my abdomen until I was shattering against him. A scream tore from my throat as my body shook wildly from the intense orgasm.

“Fucking shit!” he growled, breaking the kiss. He slammed into me again and again until he was spilling inside me, his seed dripping down my ass and onto the ground.

We were both gasping for breath, sweat marring both of our bodies as we worked to suck oxygen back into our lungs. He pumped into me a couple more times before pulling out and easing me back onto the ground. My legs were limp, and I was forced to lean against the tree for support.

He moved away from me and grabbed his jeans and boxers, tugging them on followed by his shoes. I’d been in such a daze that I didn’t even remember him taking mine off me. With slow movements, I grabbed my jeans, pissed that I no longer had panties to wear. I slid them over my hips and slipped my feet into my converses.

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