Page 31 of Luka

But I don’t say no right away. I’m too afraid of what he’ll try next. Of the threats that will come.

I close my eyes as his hand smooths over my stomach and curls to rub my clit, his length still at my opening. I let him think that I’m debating, slowly succumbing to his demand while he unfolds a lifetime of character or morals with his skilled hands. His ego is too large.

“What do you say, Peach?” he asks, his words laced with silky strands of lust. They caress along my neck, down the valley of my breasts and travel all the way to where his hand rubs, to where his length could enter at any moment. All he wants is a sentence, then he’s won.

“I can’t give you what you want,” I say, my voice breathy.

His hand stops rubbing.

When I meet his eyes, I shiver against the cold.

“Still,” he says, lacking any heat or warmth. His voice is ice cold. “Even with what I’m offering, you won’t just do what the fuck I want?”

I flinch before turning away.

“He must be some guy.”

Twenty times the man you’ll ever be.

When seconds pass, Tall brings his hands up to rest on either side of my head. “Fine. Have it your way, then.”

With a slow thrust of his hips, he breaks past a barrier that makes my eyes clench with pain. I squeeze him with my thighs as my entire body tenses against the feel of being split apart, like he’s cracking me open as thoroughly as if he used his ax.

I expected pain. But still, I feel just as Tall accused me… Naive and foolish.

I swallow my groans, my lips pressed together firmly, but Tall lets one slip freely. His eyes are closed as he presses his forehead to mine and stills himself inside of me. When he rears back and opens them, they’re full of lust.

“Just relax,” he says. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

I tuck my face into my arm and bite my lip. I consider telling him he’s already hurting me, but I doubt he’s unaware.

His hand moves between my legs, and he starts rubbing again while keeping his hips still. It doesn’t have the same immediate effect as before, and I doubt it’ll have any effect at all. I almost tell him to stop.

But then, a minute passes, and my core stirs. Pain fades as my walls seem to adjust to his intrusion.

Slowly, after what must be an agonizing amount of time for him, my body relaxes, my thighs unclenching. My breathing picks up pace along with my heart, only quickening as pleasure pools in my belly and tightens my core.

I can feel Tall bringing me toward that same place he brought me to before, and like before, I’m conflicted. On the one hand,I want to beg him not to stop. I want to move with him, grind against his hand, feel him shift inside of me, and let him do what I tell myself is out of my control.

And on the other, I want to tell him to go to hell.

My lips part against my will as a surge of pleasure pulls my hips upward and ripples my core, squeezing Tall and causing him to groan. I let out a sharp cry into my arm and tell myself he doesn’t hear it.

The smell of his soap is on my clammy skin when he starts to move inside of me.

I close my eyes to the sensation and remind myself it’s me I’m breathing in and not him. The musky scent that touches my nostrils is to be ignored. I breathe in through my mouth so I don’t have to smell, but it’s a mistake because when Tall delivers a hard thrust against me, my open mouth allows a moan to exit.

Slamming my jaw shut, I wait for his snicker, but it doesn’t come. He grunts as he fucks me, his hand gripping my right hip where my emblem is like he’s pissing on my father’s warning.

“Christ, you feel good,” he hisses before slowing to lift my leg over his shoulder, splaying me open wider.

Another moan escapes with the position change, and I take to biting down on my cheeks. But then another comes and another. Each time, it feels like it encourages him, making his thrusts come faster or harder, and it only makes the pleasure more intense. It’s a positive feedback loop from Hell.

“Luka,” I cry, the wordstopso close behind it, but it gets washed away with a wave of pleasure as my head falls back.

Thissends him over the edge.

His hand moves between my legs, rubbing intensely as he fucks me until another orgasm makes my vision hazy and my legs clench, a loud moan barreling out of me.

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