Page 103 of You Were Always Mine
She whimpers, grinding down, and I can feel her shaking, her walls clutching me, every pulse making me harder, deeper, filthier. My head drops forward, mouth brushingher cheek, and I can taste the salt of her tears. It twists me up, makes me snap all over again.
I thrust up sharply, filling her to the hilt, and her cry breaks against my lips. “That’s it, ride me,” I rasp, biting down on her jaw as I pound into her. “Take every inch, baby. Take what you’ve been begging for. You wanted to play your little game, now you live with it. Now you feel it.”
And God help me, I never want her to stop.
Her thighs clamp tighter, nails digging into my shoulders, but it doesn’t slow me—I slam up into her like I’m trying to tear the world apart inside her. The sound of it, the wet slap of skin, the broken cries spilling out of her, it all drives me harder, filthier.
“Look at you,” I growl, as I drag her down, making her pussy swallow every brutal inch of me, burying my cock so deep that she can’t do anything but shudder and sob against my mouth. “Soaking all over me. Dripping down my cock like a fucking mess.”
Her head jerks back, hair sticking to her face, lips parting on a scream that makes my chest cave in. I don’t let her breathe—I catch her throat in my hand, squeeze until her eyes go wide, until every sound is just a broken whimper under my palm.
“You ride me like this,” I snarl into her ear, “you don’t get to hide from what you are. You’re mine, Scar. Mine to fuck. Mine to break. Mine to bleed on my cock until you can’t remember your own name.”
Her body spasms, clenching hard around me, and I snap—slamming her down again and again, grinding up inside her until she’s shaking, until my cock’s so slick it feels like she’s going to slide off me.
“Beg for it,” I hiss, teeth scraping her cheek as mythrusts turn savage. “Beg for every inch. Beg for my cum. Beg me not to stop until you’re ruined for anyone else.”
Her sobs wreck me, her hips still grinding even as she cries. She’s split wide on me, soaked and trembling, and I know I’ll never let her off this cock until she breaks so hard she’ll never come back from it.
I can feel how close she is—the way her body clenches down on me like it’s begging without her mouth even moving, the way her nails rake across my skin, desperate, frantic. But I don’t give it to her. Not yet.
I shove her down hard, cock buried to the hilt, grinding up until her head snaps back and she screams into the dark. My hand stays at her throat, not choking her out, just holding her right there where she belongs—on me, for me.
“Say it,” I rasp, voice breaking on my own need. “Say you want my cum. Say you want me to ruin you with it.”
She shakes her head, sobbing, but her hips keep rolling. Her body betrays her. The wet squelch as I drag in and out makes me groan, makes my vision blur with how fucking tight she is.
“Don’t you dare lie to me now, Scar,” I snarl, snapping my hips up so hard the slap echoes off the walls. “You’ve been dripping for this since the first time I touched you. Say it.”
Her cry shreds me. “I want it—I want you—fuck, Kai, I want your cum.”
That’s all it takes. I break. My grip on her waist turns brutal, hauling her up and slamming her back down until I’m gone—until my cock pulses so hard inside her I don’t know where I end and she begins. Heat floods her, spilling out, dripping between us as I hold her down, grinding through every spasm, forcing her to take it all.
Her whole body convulses on top of me, shattering,screaming my name like it’s the only thing left she knows. And I can’t stop. I fuck my cum deeper into her with ragged thrusts, teeth clenched, whispering against her mouth even as I fall apart?—
“You’re mine now. Marked. Filled. No one else will ever touch you like this.”
When she slumps against me, wrecked and trembling, I stay buried in her, cock still twitching, still keeping her plugged with everything I’ve just given her. Because letting go isn’t an option. Not now. Not ever.
Her scream rips up my throat with every thrust, but before it can escape her lips, I slap my palm over her mouth, pinning her jaw shut just as the ceiling above us creaks loud and heavy. Footsteps—slow, angry, stomping.
“Is everything okay down there?” my dad’s voice, sharp and suspicious, cutting through the walls like a blade.
Scarlett’s eyes go wide under me, panic spilling hot and wet against my palm. I don’t stop. I can’t stop. My hips keep driving, cock slamming into her so hard the couch jerks against the floorboards. I grit my teeth and force the words out, strangled through the wreck of my breath.
“Fine—” another thrust, deeper, harder, making her body convulse, “—it’s just a movie. I’ll—turn it down.”
I watch her eyes blur, tears sliding past the edge of my hand as she writhes beneath me, every frantic shake of her head only dragging me further into madness.
Above us, silence. Then a pause. Another heavy step. My pulse hammers against her throat beneath my grip.
“Alright,” the voice mutters, softer this time, resigned. Footsteps retreat. A door slams.
The second it fades, I lean in, pressing my mouth to herear, still pounding her into the cushions with merciless rhythm.
“You hear that?” I whisper, hot and filthy against her skin, grinding until she’s choking on muffled sobs beneath my hand. “They have no idea. No fucking clue I’m inside you while they sleep above us.”
I drive in harder, bruising, every thrust punctuated by the thought that I own her so completely I can defile her under their roof and no one will ever know.
