Page 490 of Filthy Elites

A pained whimper falls from my lips as his dick fills me, feeling even bigger and harder from this angle.

“That’s it,” he groans, slowly pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in again with so much force my stomach slides farther up the bed with each thrust. When his fingers find my nipples, pulling and tugging, I come with an agonized cry, the orgasm so painful that I whimper with each shudder of pleasure.

His thrusts become erratic and he groans a deep masculine sound as he shudders and fills me, hot bursts of cum coating my sex. For an agonizingly long moment neither of us speaks or moves. Eventually, he slides his dick from inside of me and I slump down onto the bed, too exhausted to do anything but pant for breath. Lifting my hips, he slides a pillow beneath me, propping me up as he moves to the end of the bed.

“Fuck, little bird, your cunt is swollen and gaping, with my cum dripping out of it,” he says tauntingly, as I glance over my shoulder and find him kneeling between my legs, his phone out and aimed at my sex.

“Sebastian,” I gasp, trying to roll to the side and hide myself.

“Don’t fucking move,” he warns, gripping my hip and keeping me in place as he aims the cell between my thighs again. “I want to remember this moment, my cum, mixed with your virgin blood.” Probing fingers stroke between my folds, then slowly push inside of my tender channel. “You’ll take all of my cum from now on, Starling, it’s all for you. Your cunt, your ass or your mouth, I won’t lose a drop, all of it will end up inside of you. You’ll be my wife and my cum slut, I’ll worship the ground you walk on and then pin you to our bed and force my dick into your cunt while you snarl and fight. I’m going to fuck you so often my cum’s going to be dripping out of you all day every day. Your panties are going to be permanently soaked with a mixture of our arousal so you’re always wet and ready for me to take.”

Tears escape my eyes and coat my cheeks. I’m angry that instead of pissing him off and hurting him with my behavior tonight, I ended up naked in his bed just like he wanted. My body is humming with the pleasure that he’s wrung from me and as much as I hate it, I love it in equal measure.

I’m sore and yet weirdly relaxed, it’s not a sensation I’ve ever experienced before and I don’t really know how to feel about it. The bed dips to the side of me, then an arm curls around my waist, pulling me back into Sebastian’s firm body.

“I won’t let you go, Starling, I couldn’t two years ago and I never will, not now I know how it feels to be inside you.”

“I’m on birth control, although you already know that, don’t you?”

“Not anymore, I removed them from your luggage earlier.”

“You can’t decide that. I’m eighteen, I’m not even sure I want kids and I definitely don’t want any now.”

“I want a houseful of babies that look just like you, so we might as well get started now.”

“What about what I want?” I ask quietly.

“The moment you ran away from me years ago, what you want stopped being important. I gave you a chance to come back to me, to be worshipped and adored, but you didn’t. Now you’ll do as you’re told and perhaps I’ll let you earn back some of the freedom that’s under my control, eventually.”

THIRTEEN

Sebastian

Even though she’s naked,in my bed, my cum dripping out of her cunt, it still feels like she’s too far away. I’ve gone over two years without touching her, and now that she’s here I won’t ever let her go again, even if she hates me for it.

Since she ran from Florida and me, it doesn’t feel like I’ve taken a full breath, not being able to see her, to control her, to own her was like being a prisoner in my own psyche. I hadn’t realized how much I needed to have complete control of her until it was ripped away from me and now, I’ll do whatever it takes to never have to be without her again.

Somewhere in the back of my head I thought she’d be happy to see me, that she’d fall in with my plans for us without question. The rocking, crying and panic attack I wasn’t expecting. She’s not the same sweet, quiet girl she was when she left GAA, she’s different, but I don’t want her any less. In some ways she’s broken, in others she’s stronger than ever and despite her reluctance, I want her more than I ever did before.

My arms are wrapped around her, probably a little tighter than they should be, but it feels as if I give her an inch of space, she’ll hide herself behind her wall of hurt and I won’t allow her to put distance between us. I don’t regret taking her virginity, it was always mine, it has been since she was fifteen, but a part of me wishes it hadn’t been in anger.

The moment she strode into the kitchen in nothing but tiny panties and a bra, the night was always going to end with my dick rammed inside of her, but when she took off her clothes and kissed Hunter, my sanity dissolved and I became nothing more than fury and fire.

Perhaps tomorrow when bruises mar her flawless skin, I’ll feel some remorse, but I doubt it. I like the idea of marking her, I did it in high school to punish her and tell everyone that she was mine and now my dick has been in her cunt I want to plant a flag in her womb and fill it with my kid.

I’ve never not used a condom before now and it was fucking glorious. I don’t care what she wants, now I’ve felt her wrapped around my cock, there’s no way I’ll ever put anything between us. Until now she’s been on an oral birth control, but I took the supply of pills from her room when I was in there yesterday, and I won’t be allowing her to renew it. Her medical records show it was only prescribed to stop her from getting pregnant, not for anything else so she’ll be fine without it.

Her fingers touch my hand around her waist and I smile to myself, until she starts to try to lift my arm. “What are you doing?”

“I need to pee and then go back to my room.”

“This is your room now.”

Her sigh is weary, and there’s a shakiness to the sound that warns she’s close to tears again. “Does it matter that I like my room and don’t particularly want to share with you?”

“No.” I chuckle, I know this isn’t a funny moment, but I can’t help but be amused by her.

“If you’re keeping me here, the least you can do is let me pee so I don’t get a UTI, and then feed me, I really am hungry.”

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