Page 109 of Endgame
He’s careful, sitting on the edge of the bed and manhandling me so that my stomach is over his lap.
“I get that you’re an asshole.”
He’s done being careful when his hand lands on my ass. No warm-up, no testing. An agonizing crack that sends humiliating heat directly to my pussy.
A scream rips out of me.
“If I fuck you”—crack, and I feel his cock poking my belly, throbbing—“we’ll be late.”
“Who said I wanted you to fuck me?”
“You did.”
“No, you did,” I lie. With one look, I begged him to have me. Me, all me.
One hand spreads my legs apart. Two fingers shove into my sex.
A humiliating moan tears through my throat before I lie again, “Not me. I didn’t.”
Crack. My pussy grows more sensitive, hotter by the second. I’m soaking my thighs, ruining his suit.
“Your body sure fucking did.” He’s right and he isn’t. I don’t want just his cock. I want all of him, can’t he tell, that sadist asshole? “I could see it in your eyes.”
Crack. Crack. Crack.
“You need my fat cock ripping that tight cunt in half.” He invades me using three thick fingers, curling them inside me. Rubbing the spot that makes my toes curl and hips grind without my permission. “You need it to calm the fuck down. It’s not the first time you’ve begged me for it, and it won’t be the last. I’ll always be here to take care of you, and you’ll live to regret it. Iwon’t be sweet, won’t be what you imagined your husband would be, but life isn’t fair. Life”—crack—“isn’t”—crack—“fair.”
His strokes turn to spankings that turn into strokes again. I’m a panting, writhing mess, entirely at his mercy.
“You can’t make me come.” So fucking floaty. “I won’t let you.”
The orgasm building inside me suggests otherwise. It thrives on the pain. On his vicious fingers rubbing my pussy.
I’m the center of Everett’s attention, and God help me, it’s the worst and best thing that’s ever happened to me.
I’m feeding on it like a starving animal. Breathing it in like I’ll die without him.
He’s right.
I need this more than anything. I feel just how much I need it now that I’m losing the last of my restraint, coming on his hand.
I cry and moan, cursing him and begging him for more.
“That’s it,” Everett hisses, stroking my walls, waiting for me to settle. His cock throbs against me. “Stop fighting me, Aurora. You have a price to pay. You can’t run from it. Your parents can’t either.”
“For what?” My tears fall at a steady pace onto the hardwood floor.Drip, drip, drip. “What did I do?”
“Be quiet.” His command is more of a groan. “Dammit. Fuck.”
Still high from the orgasm and stinging pain in my ass, it takes me a moment to realize why he’s cursing.
While I’ve been on his lap, Everett’s control has snapped.
I see it in his eyes as soon as he puts me on my knees before him. He’s untethered, nostrils flaring. Chest rising and falling as he slides his hands over the sides of my neck.
“Damn you, Aurora.”
The kiss he gives me is unlike any other. His lips are possessive, rough, and demanding. His tongue swipes along mine as if I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.
