Page 33 of Sweet Misery

As if completely on the same page without a word, we crept forward until we split at the massive oak tree, each of us moving slowly around it on either side.

She was here.

I could feel her.

“Hello, sweet Misery,” I murmured as we both circled to stand in front of her shivering body.

She peered up at us, her dark hair a wild mess, the braid not nearly as nice now, her lips a pretty shade of blue.

“Are you cold?” Roe asked, smiling down at her.

She tried to answer but her teeth chattered.

“We can warm you,” I added, taking in the twigs and bits of old leaves in her braid. I squatted in front of her and reached out to cradle her face, noting the dirt now marring her perfect porcelain skin. She jerked away from me. If she thought she was hurting my feelings, she was wrong. All she’d succeeded in doing was making my cock hard as a fucking lead pipe.

I grasped her chin and forced her to look at me.

Her pretty eyes met mine, and for a moment, the world stopped. My breath caught. I didn’t believe in love at first sight. And this wasn’t first sight. This was, however, the first time I’d ever felt anything like it in my life.

I swallowed hard and released her, hating the strange swell of feelings within me.

Roe rubbed his chest, wincing.

“You good?” he called out, frowning down at me.

I shook off the strange swell of emotion and grunted. Reaching out, I tore the sheet open, exposing her tits to us.

She cried out softly at the biting cold, but I had to do something to calm the sudden shit pumping through my veins.

I reached for her again, and she fought me, trying to get me to stop, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

Something inside me had snapped.

I was feral. Unhinged. A primal urge to fuck every hole she had and claim her came over me. I was never like that with women. I fucked to get off and go about my way. This was different. I wanted all things in that moment.

Maybe it was the look in her eyes. So pure. So innocent. All I wanted was to show her that her fear could make her stronger.

My brothers and I were living proof of it. Maybe the look in her eyes reminded me too much of the one in mine whenever I looked into the mirror each morning.

Angry she didn’t want me sent fury coursing through me.

“N-No,” she managed to rasp. “No.”

I let out a snarl. No one fucking told me no.

I grabbed her and fought until I got her on her stomach. She wept beneath me, her body ice cold and trembling, her sobs coming out in white puffs on the cool night air.

I watched as she clawed at the frozen ground, her nails breaking as she tried to get away from me.

Love me.

Fucking LOVE ME.

The words were on repeat in my head, something having snapped in me moments before.

I forgot about Roe as I pulled my weeping cock from my pants, eager to bury myself inside her.

Roe seemed to sense something had changed because instead of diving in with me, he hung back, watching me fight my demons.

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