Page 51 of Sugar Coated

I was the devil, someone so far removed from Kieran it was laughable.

I was her Devil.

By the time I pulled my hands off her to undo my pants and pull my length out, I was hard as a rock and aching to be inside of her. I’d like nothing more than to stare deep into her eyes as I filled her up, but this wasn’t going to be the sweet unification of two souls.

No, this was going to be a rough fuck. A carnal claiming.

Cock in hand, I moved closer to her and ran the tip along the curve of her ass until it found its destination: that sweet pussy.

Now wasn’t the time for hesitation. I pushed into her with a single thrust and filled her with one pump of my hips. She cried out, a sound of shock and pleasure, and her fingers tightened on the sheets below.

She felt fucking spectacular, just as amazing as I knew she would. I’d dreamed for so long of taking her like this, of laying her bare and fucking her raw, claiming every part of her body as mine. Tonight our time would be cut short; it wouldn’t last, but it was a night I would remember until the day I died.

Hopefully I had a little while longer, yet.

I leaned down and wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, to keep her still, to steady her against the bed as I fucked her from behind. If it was uncomfortable for her, she didn’t say a word. She’d be a good girl for me and take whatever I gave her.

A groan left me, the tumultuous moment of finding myself inside her sweet cunt now passed, and then I began to fuck her.

Laina moaned a sweet sound as her inner core tightened around my length. She surrendered to me, and based on that sound, she liked the way it felt. She was just as eager to have me claim her as I was to do the claiming.

Without the mask, I would’ve been gentle, would’ve been sweet. The touches and thrusts would have been softer. As it was, I was an animal behind the mask, and I fucked her as an animal would: hard and unyielding, fast and rough. So rough the bed shook beneath her as I pumped into her from behind.

She was my destiny. My fate. Mine in every way, and I needed her to know it. I fucked her long and hard, and the adrenaline rushing through my blood made it easy to overlook the growing pain in my stomach—the bullet wound that hadn’t yet completely healed.

Laina was as good as putty beneath me, taking every thrust, every pump like she was born to. Her body shuddered beneath me, muscles spasming on her body as an orgasm rushed through her. She cried out loudly, and as she made her pleasure known, her pussy walls clamped and tightened around my cock while I pumped away.

It was the hottest thing ever, and I couldn’t fight the way my own body reacted to hers. I groaned a deep, guttural sound and fucked her even harder, so hard a part of me worried the bed might break. Fuck. I wanted to lose it, too. She felt too good, her unraveling too much like a drug to me.

My body lurched forward as the pleasure took hold of me, too. My cock twitched inside of her as a growl of satisfaction escaped my chest. I came down upon her with short, quick thrusts into her core as I emptied my cock inside of her, spilling my seed into her as every muscle in my body sizzled with bliss.

I wanted more. I wanted to fuck her again, to go at her like an animal all night, to take that mouth of hers like I’d just taken her pussy, but now that the pleasure was slowly wearing off, the pain in my stomach surged. With a quick glance down, I was pretty sure I spotted a small circle of wetness growing over the wound—a circle that was only growing as the seconds ticked by.

Shit. I tore it open while I was fucking her.

So, as much as I wanted to linger, I couldn’t. I pulled out of her with a jerk, and I hurriedly put my length away. Still hard, a bit of blood on me, but I’d clean myself up later. Right now, I needed to get the hell out of here. I’d made my point, and now I needed to stitch myself back up before I found myself in the hospital once again.

I said not a single word more as I hurried to the door, yanking it open and rushing out without so much as glancing back at her—if I did, I worried I wouldn’t have the strength toleave, and if I didn’t leave right now, she’d see the blood on my stomach and put two and two together.

I wasn’t ready for her to know the entire truth. Not yet. Someday, but that day was not today.

“Wait!”

Laina called out for me, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I rushed down the stairs, made it to the front door, and I pushed outside while holding a hand against my stomach to try to stop the bleeding. I moved as fast as I could on the sidewalk, my goal my vehicle down the street. Hopefully I made it there before she came out and saw me; if I wasn’t fast enough, the jig would be up.

Thankfully, my car wasn’t near any streetlights, so I was able to duck inside it and recline back in the driver’s seat without much illumination. I tore off my mask and threw it on the passenger’s seat, slow to lift my shirt and glance down at the re-opened wound on my abdomen.

Fuckity-fuck-fuck. It was like getting shot all over again.

I was breathing hard. Nothing other than some new stitches and some pain meds would help me right now. I needed to go to a twenty-four-hour store. Had to be one nearby, since this was a college area.

Seconds from starting my car, I was about to leave when I spotted Laina leaving the house. I was down the street a ways, so I could barely see her, but I was pretty sure she stopped to talk to the group hanging around the front porch. Probably asking about me. Or, well, the man in the mask.

Everyone at that party was too lost in their own lives, in their drinks. I doubted anyone really paid much attention to the world around them. The only one who might have been able to recall me was, for obvious reasons, that asshole she nearly gave herself to.

Laina stepped away from the group, onto the small walkway that connected the house’s front porch with the sidewalk. I watched her reach the sidewalk and glance all around. Even now, she wanted to find me.

I closed my eyes, just for a few moments. Would it really be so bad if she unmasked me tonight? She knew she was mine. She didn’t fight me at all. Would she be able to reconcile my identity with the masked man who’d kept her locked away for two years?

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