Page 35 of Bully

Join the bloody club, Rainbow.

I licked her, playing with her body until she came twice more before her pleas and demands for my cock became too loud to ignore any longer.

What I wouldn’t give for her to know exactly who she was begging for.

Burying my dick back inside of her body, we both moaned at how fucking good it felt, and I resumed the same punishing thrusts she begged for. With her claws free, she marked me up and down my arms, neck, and chest. If she could reach it, she dug in and I welcomed it, leaning into her touch knowing I’d come away bloody.

The burning of her brands built that euphoria in my brain, reminding me of my self-harm days and the rush that came from each mark left in my skin. It had been years since the last time I gave into the urge to cut, but as she dug into me, I tipped my head back and basked in the familiar old relief.

“That’s it.” I groaned, picking up my speed and closing my eyes as the pleasure and pain mixed, leaving me unable to hold off anymore.

The familiar feel of her tightening body and primal cry echoed as she orgasmed again, and I lost control of my restraint. I pulled out of her, ripping the condom off, and stroked my cock as I exploded all over her stomach and chest, coating her skin with my release.

Her chest heaved as I stared down at her body, wearing the outfit I bought her, coated with my brand on her skin and it was nearly enough to harden me up again for round two. Technically, I paid for her all evening, no one else would touch what I had bought. And I knew once with her would never be enough, but I couldn’t take her again the way I just had.

Stumbling backward, I pulled my pants up and fastened them as she let her arms fall to her sides in exhaustion.

“Rub it in.” I demanded, but she didn’t move. “Now.”

Lifting her hands, she gently rubbed my come into her skin, covering her lush tits with it like she knew that was where I wanted it most.

“Good girl.” I praised, disguising my voice in that repulsing American accent I had perfected as a child when all I wanted was to be just like my older brother, who was always the favorite. “Thank you for tonight.”

I had to leave, or I’d do something stupid like reveal myself to her so I could see her eyes when I fucked her again.

That wouldn’t bode well for either of us.

“That’s it?” She questioned, instantly reaching up to the box that held her captive on the bench still. “Wait.”

“Good evening.” I replied, picking up my shirt to leave as I heard my mistake as clear as day.

My accent, rang true through the silence of the room.

“You—” she gasped, “Wait!” Her hands moved to the latches on the box, fumbling with them as I walked away from her, intent on leaving her before she had proof of what she was sure she knew.

I crossed the large room and made it to the door as I heard the heavy weight of the privacy contraption hit the side of the bench as she freed herself.

Someday, I’d look back and kick myself for doing it. Someday, probably very soon, I’d regret giving in and giving myself up but as I crossed the threshold to the private hallway exiting the suite, I glanced over my shoulder and found her liquid lava eyes locked on me as I rounded the frame, losing sight of her completely.

“You fucking bastard!” Her scream of outrage rang down the deserted hallway as I shoved my arms through my shirt sleeves.

Oh Rainbow, you have no idea.

Chapter 16 – Sloane

“EarthtothebroodyRainbow that’s ignoring us!” Trixie’s youthful voice cut through the chaos in my mind that had been running rampant for days now and drew me back to the present.

Four pairs of eyes stared at me from around the table and I sighed, shaking off the distractions so I could focus on my friends. “Sorry,” I murmured, sitting up in my chair as Raven refilled my mimosa. The only part of waking up on Sundays that I enjoyed was the weekly brunch date we had after busy Saturday nights. “I was distracted.”

“About that.” Val tilted her head to the side as a smirk danced in her eyes. “You know his e-payments are public, right?”

My blood froze as I stared at her across the table.

He.Tamen. The arrogant son of a bitch that deceived me and had sex with me against my will.

I cringed even as that thought crossed my mind, because it was a lie. One that had tried continuously to take root in my head since I saw him leave the room at the private event five nights ago, simply because I was mad.

He didn’t have sex with me against my will, I was for hire, and he paid a hefty fucking price to sleep with me. And it wasn’t like I was against the act itself; I was literally begging him to do it.

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