Page 57 of Hold On

So goddamn completely.

It finally manifests fully. And I’m shaking from the change inside me.

That’s when I see movement from the corner of my eye. A flash of it before my mother screams, holding her head as Alina stands there, throwing her fists at her repeatedly in a red, plaid schoolgirl’s skirt and cropped, white collared shirt.

I’m doing everything I can not to pop a fucking boner as I watch her barefoot, livid, and manhandling the woman who refused to help me my entire life. Her skirt flies up and I’m ogling her ass as she kicks at my mom, who cries out for my help, reminding me somewhere deep inside how I used to do the same and shenevercame to my aid.

So, I stand there and allow Alina to beat the fuck out of her for me. I pop that fucking boner, because honestly, Alina has got to be the hottest motherfucking woman I’ve ever met. And I’vehated my mom for so long, I couldn’t give a fuck about her pleas. I stand in the pain and the gore and the glory that is her karma as Alina retaliates for me in a way I never could. And I promise myself this is exactly what I’ll give to her when we go after Luke.

So, to make sure that can happen, I do eventually pull her off of my mom and hold her back as she breathes heavily, the fight draining from her. I fist the thong at the top of her ass cheeks in my hand as I look down at the woman who birthed me and raised me with hatred and contempt in my eyes.

“Get the fuck out of my house, unless you wanna witness me fucking Alina over the kitchen counter while I look at your blood painting my floor and feel all the happiness you ever denied me in my childhood, you fucking bitch.”

I don’t wait for her to answer as I pull Alina back to my hips, still holding her by her thong, and walk us over to the counter. My mother watches as I unbuckle my belt, staring directly at her, daring her to stay. She doesn’t. She yelps, running as I spear Alina before I know my mom has fully exited my house. The door crashes closed as I crash my cock into Alina’s wet cunt, thrusting furiously to reward my fuck doll for all that she’s done for me this evening.

Alina:

“You beautiful monster. The fucking nightmare I’ve prayed for,” he rasps in my ear. I’m slick as shit as he pounds into me from behind. He grabs my chin forcefully and turns my face to his. “You beat the fuck out of my bully,” he says with tears in his eyes. I nod my head, baring myself to him more as I push my hips up and back.

“I will slay every demon you possess, Sebastian Cox. I will kill for you,” I promise him as he abuses my mouth with his own, our fuck savage and mean and raw and wild. His fingernails diginto my hips as I moan extra loudly, hoping his mom can hear us getting off on her pain.

“Fuck, the way you’re taking my dick, my evil little fuck doll!!” he roars as his nickname for me in high school makes our love feel fully alive around us again. I buck back into him, growling as I clutch the counter in front of me for support. “Goddammit, you’re so fucking pretty on my cock, fuck doll!”

“I better be yourgoddamnfuck doll!!” I scream as he laughs maniacally behind me. “I’ll always protect you, Bash!!” It flies out of my mouth as he falls over my back. He’s crying while pulling my body into his, pounding his cock into me as he releases all the pain he’s been holding onto alone his entire life. I let him use me to fuck his burdens away. I’m his hole and healing in one person. I open to his body, devastating mine with the most brutally loving thrusts.

His fingers grip my breasts over my shirt with fury and his hips punish me for all the hurt he’s been through in his past. I surrender myself to his pain and allow it to consume me wholly, because he is mine and I am his and we’re in this shit show together. He bucks his hurt into me, so I transmute it into pleasure and release it as I come over his cock, convulsing violently. His fingers are bruising the flesh of my breasts as I scream. He grinds my body over his dick as he presses me down, forcing more sensation into my orgasm. “BASH!!!” I shriek, his teeth sinking into every inch across my clothed shoulders as I spasm. It feels so good and yet, unlike anything we’ve experienced together. “I’m your fuck doll!!” I shout and he’s laughing again, shaking his head as he holds me still. I breathe heavily as I come down from my orgasm.

“I love you so goddamn much,” he confesses on a sob. I throw my torso back into his chest, trying to get closer to him. He cradles me in his arms and finally releases his death grip on me, slowly stroking up into my pussy, giving me a tempo break.His fingers have marked this fuck upon my body, and I cannot wait to see the bruises leftover from his liberation.

He begins to lick me.

All over my neck.

The sides along my pulse, the back above my shoulders, and around the crest of my jaw by my ears. His fingers find my nipples underneath my shirt and rub them softly, allowing my entire being to settle from the previous climax, encouraging the start of a new one as I catch my breath.

He feels so full and warm inside of me. I clench my pussy around his shaft, forcing his tongue to lash out and grab my earlobe. He bites the flesh of it between his teeth. I moan, dancing on his cock as he breathes heavily next to me. He reaches around the front of my face and places his fingers in my mouth. I wet them for him before he’s reaching down for my clit, swirling my spit over my swollen flesh.

He pinches it; I seize up, clenching him further. He bucks into me as he holds my clit tightly between his fingers. The tension I have around his cock feels sinfully good as he thrashes against it, his fit inside me snug as hell. He fucks me like this for a few minutes, enjoying my body’s responsiveness and feel.

“You bought this tonight?” he asks, finally referencing the outfit I’m in. I nod, quiet. I don’t want to bring up earlier. Shame is already threatening to flare up inside me. “Is that what you are? My fucking whore who got detention?”

I can’t help but feel confusion as I turn to look him in his face. His eyes are apologetic, but I’m scared to play into this game. He wasn’t about it, multiple times now. And I don’t want to be… punished. And punishment from Bash is blame. It makes me feel so stupid and empty inside.

I grab the counter in front of me and pray that it supports me as I try to navigate this.

Sebastian:

She’s fucking terrified. I can see it in her eyes. I can feel it in her pussy. She’s tightening over my shaft and drying up while I’m still inside of her, her thong pushed to the side.

“I’m sorry, Lina Girl.”

She deserves to hear it, and I want to say it. She releases a breath slowly, a sob catching on the end of it.

“Stop making me feel bad for what youknewcoming into this relationship,” she pleads quietly. I nod, even though she won’t look at me. She just saidrelationship. I feel like I’m about to leave my body from that one word alone.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” I say again, fucking stunned still.

“We need help. Help us, Bash. Don’t criticize us for being victims. Help us find the power we need to overcome this fucking douche bag. He’s ourbullyand we need you. I’m sorry to put that on you, but we do,” she cries out hysterically. I gather her in my arms again, crushing her to my body even tighter.

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