Page 90 of Claiming Pretty

Ty cupped my pussy with his hand, his fingers sliding between my folds, his touch rough and possessive. I tried to jerk away, but there was nowhere to go—the cuffs held me spread open and helpless.

“You’re dripping all over my hand, hummingbird,” he said on a growl, his voice dark with satisfaction. “Maybe I should change my punishment if you’re enjoying this too much.”

I shook my head frantically, denying his words even as heat pooled traitorously between my thighs. His fingers rubbed my clit, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through me. I bit down on the gag, fighting the moan that tried to escape.

Ty leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “God, Ava, even when you’rewithhim—fuckinghim—you’re inmyhead. Under my skin. All the fucking time.”

He pushed three fingers inside me and my eyes rolled back into my head at the way he filled me.

“You. You. You,” he said with every hateful thrust into my pussy. “You’ve got me wrapped around your fucking fingers.”

I fought against the rising tide of dark need, desperately trying to focus on my anger instead of the pleasure building low in my belly.

He pulled his fingers out and slapped my clit with his palm.

“You’ve got me in the palm of your fucking hand.”

His hands went to his belt, unfastening it with quick,precise movements. The sound of his zipper sliding down sent a shiver through me—part fear, part anticipation.

His cock sprang free. It jutted out proudly, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

I was stunned at the sight of him, looking obscene standing there in the middle of this beautiful old observatory with his button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and dress pants, just his long thick cock hanging out.

Ty gripped himself, stroking his length as he looked at me, his eyes glittering with madness.

“You think you can let him fuck you,loudly, force me to listen to you screaming on his cock without making me lose my fucking mind. Huh?”

His gaze swept over my naked body as he stepped in close, my nipples tightening under his gaze, my pussy clenching around nothing.

“I’m going to punish you for making me so damn crazy.”

He thrust into me without warning. Splitting me open. Filling me to fullness.

He didn’t even wait for me to get used to his size as he began to thrust, fucking me hard like he was trying to hurt me.

Each thrust sent shock waves through my body, the telescope creaking behind me. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he used the leverage to pull me onto his cock again and again.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he snarled, his voice rough with exertion and something darker echoing around the domed space. “To drive me fucking insane with jealousy? To push methis closeto killing my own fucking brother? Huh?”

I shook my head frantically, trying to deny it even as my body betrayed me. My walls clenched around him, drawing him deeper with each punishing stroke. The friction was exquisite agony, pleasure and pain blurring together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

“It would have been so fucking easy, Ava. To slip twice the dose into his nightly whiskey so he’dneverwake up. Toendhim.”

I mumbled something around my gag as tears streamed down my face.

This was so wrong. So, so fucking wrong.

So why did I love it, want it, want more? Why did I crave this fucked-up shit?

“What was that?” Ty ripped the tape off my mouth.

I yelped at the sudden sting and spat out my panties.

“Fuck you, you sick fuck,” I snarled at him, snapping my teeth as I tried to bite him, even as pleasure slammed through me.

“Your insults only make my dick harder.” He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth.

“Oh fuck.” I arched into him, my hips bucking up to meet him, begging to be destroyed.

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