Page 145 of Beautifully Reckless

And I really don’t want it to. I want to stay in this ecstasy with Cameron forever.

I’m incoherent for a bit. I don’t know how long, but I start coming back down to Earth when I feel him slip his fingers from inside me, leaving me empty.

I whimper.

“It’s okay, Angel. I’m about to fill you up again,” he rasps, and I feel myself being shifted to the edge of the couch, and I try to blink through the haze to see him. “What colour are you?”

Colour?

I blink, his unwavering gaze finally coming into view.

Oh colour. He wants to know if I’m still alright.

“Green,” I say lazily, and he smiles, right as I feel something nudge my entrance.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Abbey. I’m not going to hurt you, and I’ll stop at any stage if you need me to, but this is happening tonight, and it’s not because we need to consummate themarriage. It’s because I’m fucking aching to feel you wrapped around me. Aching to show you how fucking amazing this can be. Aching to feel you come around my cock.”

My lower lip trembles as my eyes glass over, but I’m not sad or scared right now.

I’m happy.

“I ache for all of that too,” I admit, and his big hand reaches forward, cupping my cheek as he nods.

“Relax for me, Angel. It’s time to let me in.”

I gasp at his words and their meaning, as well as the feel of the head of his dick as it starts to nudge inside me.

He told me it’s time to let him in, and I get the feeling he means more than his dick. It’s like he wants everything inside me.

My baggage.

My pain.

My soul.

And… my heart.

As he feeds his dick in, I stiffen, realising even though his three thick fingers are big, they are no match to the girth of his cock, and a memory that I have worked so hard to bury slams into me without warning.

I stiffen, crying out, the wall of guitars, and the sight of Ringo before me morphing into something else.

I’m no longer in Ringo’s room. I’m in a shed. Walls of tin surrounding me. My bare arse clinging to the leather of an old car bench seat converted into a novelty couch, my arms aching from the way Daniel and Craig hold them to the back of the seat, the weight of their bodies leaning in to pin me in place as Donny rapes me.

He’s too big. Thick. And even the lube he keeps squirting between us so he can slide in and out easier isn’t enough.

I feel myself splitting. Tearing. Grazes slashing me from the inside.

“NO!”

In a flash, the pain is gone, the feeling of being filled disappears, and the tin walls fall away, bringing me back to the present.

Ringo.

A sob lurches from my throat, and I slap my hand over my mouth at the sight of the man I married, standing a few feet away from me like he leaped back quickly.

“Abs,” he breathes, his dark gaze a storm of emotions. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He moves to pick up his shirt, but I leap up off the couch.

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