Page 120 of Chokehold
“Intrigued?” he asks, lifting my T-shirt to skim his fingers over my bare skin near my belt. “Why were you intrigued?”
“I was jealous.”
“I was fucking your girlfriend. Of course, you were jealous of me fucking your girl.”
His fingers trail over my contracting abs as I whisper a choked “No…” and inhale a trembling breath. “I was jealous that she was fuckingyou.”He grows still. I’m not even sure if he’s breathing anymore. “I let it go that far because my own emotions intrigued me. What you don’t see in that video is that I kissed you afterward.”
“You kissed me?” He sounds haunted.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so fucking long,” I admit. “Even before I realized it myself. I’m crazy about you, Cole.” I slowly turn around, the door at my back. “But I get it… I wouldn’t forgive me either.”
A muscle clenches in Cole’s stubbled jaw as I turn to open the door. I need to get out of here, or I’ll try to touch him again. We both need space.
“Where are you going?” His voice stops me in my tracks.
“I’m going home.”
“The fuck you are!”
I frown, but before I can turn around, he grabs the back of my neck and shoves me hard against the door. “Now, who the fuck is running away?” he asks, reaching around me to tear my belt open. “Who is hiding behind their walls?” His hand slips inside my briefs, and he palms my dick. My cheek squishes painfully against the door. I press back against the wood with my hands, and it’s all I can do not to turn around and take control.
Cole’s touch is different—more forceful, which is exciting and a little scary. He needs this.
He yanks my jeans and briefs down my legs. Cool air licks at my exposed ass. I hold my breath, my dick twitching against my T-shirt. Holding his body flush against my back, he strokes my cock in languid, mind-blowing pulls. Before long, I’m thrusting into his hand while he unbuckles his belt one-handed.
“Why do you have to drive me so fucking insane?” he growls, angry and turned on.
“Cole?” I ask uncertainly, trembling when he spits on his fingers and applies pressure to my back hole. My entire body tenses up.
“Tell me no one has had this ass before. Tell me all of you is mine.”
Fuck, his dirty words make me throb all over.
Cole isn’t done. He fists my hair and pulls tight on the short strands, snarling in my ear, “Tell me you want my fat cock to fill your ass with cum.”
Jesus…
“You’re bleeding,” he taunts, removing his fingers and dragging them over a sore cut on my eyebrow. They come away slick with blood. He chuckles. “I fucked you up real good back there, didn’t I? You’ll need stitches.”
I suck in a breath when he circles my tight exit before reaching around me to jerk my cock with his free hand. He presses two slick fingers inside me, using my own blood as lube. I choke on my breath, my toes curling at the burn. My body hums with anticipation.
“Feel that?” he taunts. “Feel how tight you are.” He removes his hand to pull down his zipper. My heart rate spikes when he smacks his dick against my ass—once, then twice. His hard length prods my back hole, and I hold my breath. I’m not prepped enough. This will hurt. But if anything, my cock hardens even more at the thought of having Cole inside me. I want him to possess every sick, twisted part of me.
“Make it hurt,” I beg.
He hums, then says, “You like to bleed.” Grabbing the back of my neck, he holds up a pocket knife in front of my face—a knife I didn’t know he had on him. “Remember this? You made me use one on you.” His touch is bruising, his words are poisonous, yet I love every second.
The knife disappears out of sight. I try to look behind me, but he keeps me locked in place with his hand on my damp neck. A sudden, sharp sting burns my hip as he chuckles cruelly. I hiss, angling my hips away out of instinct, and he presses the bloodied blade against my throat.
“Stay still,” he warns, his cock digging into me from behind.
With the knife pressed to my throat, he swipes fresh blood from the slash on my hip and lubes up his dick. My mouth dries up. I feel him at my entrance—so fucking hard. “Tell me one thing,Blaise,when did you first screw around on me with Tiago?”
A cry rips from my lips when he rams his cock inside me and slaps his hand over my mouth to muffle my sounds while shushing me.
“Shut the fuck up, Blaise.”Thrust.“Did you fuck him all this time?”Thrust.“Did he feel better than me?”
I breathe through my nostrils. My ass feels as if someone poured gasoline over it and set it on fire. Cole snaps his hips, and the blade in his hand threatens to cut me with every powerful claim.
