Page 108 of You Were Always Mine
And he doesn’t stop. Not when I scream, not when I collapse, not when my body begs for escape. He just keeps me there, wrung out and ruined, writhing on his hand until all I can do is sob his name like a prayer.
I can’t take it. I can’t?—
The thought shatters as he doesn’t slow, doesn’t relent. His hand is a weapon, merciless, thrusting and curling, wringing scream after scream out of me while my body convulses against him. The orgasm rips through me again, raw and unbearable, and before the tremors can fade he’s grinding me straight into the next.
I’m sobbing into his chest, nails dragging uselessly down his shirt, my pleas strangled between gasps. “Stop, I can’t—please, Kai, I can’t?—”
“Shut up,” he growls into my hair, the vibration of his voice as rough as his fingers inside me. “You can. You will. You’re mine, and I’ll take every single fucking drop you’ve got to give.”
My thighs twitch, hips jerk, as another wave crashes through me, so sharp it almost feels like pain. I scream his name, broken, and he clamps his other hand over my mouth to catch it, forcing me to choke on the sound as my body drowns in it.
Every nerve is raw, every sob is soaked in shame and want. I can’t fight him. I don’t even want to anymore.
And still he doesn’t stop.
I’m nothing but wreckage in his hands, sobs clawing out of me as my body shudders, twitching from the aftershocks. I can’t hold myself up anymore, but he doesn’t care—he fists a hand in my hair and drags me upright, tearing me away from the mattress even as my knees buckle.
“Look at you,” he rasps against my ear, breath hot and cruel, chest pressed into my spine so I feel every hard line of him pinning me in place. His hand is still between my thighs, slick and merciless, and he drags his wet fingers up over my stomach, smearing me with my own mess. “You’re shaking like a pathetic little slut, and you still want more, don’t you?”
I choke on a sob, head falling back against his shoulder, eyes glassy in the dim light. “N-no?—”
He laughs, low and guttural, his mouth brushing my jaw as he bites down, just hard enough to make me flinch. “Liar. You’re dripping down my fingers. Your body can’t stop begging even when your mouth says no.” His voice cuts like a blade, soft and filthy all at once. “This is what you wanted, Scar. To be broken. To be mine. Say it.”
My lips tremble, my throat tight, but all I can manage is another broken sob. His grip only tightens, his teeth scraping my skin as he breathes, “Say it before I make you cum again until you can’t even remember your own name.”
“No,” I bite out, shaking, the word tearing through my raw throat. My nails dig into his wrist where he’s holding me, but it’s useless—he’s stronger, always stronger. “I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”
His laugh is dark, cracked with something wicked, vibrating against the shell of my ear. He drags his slick fingers higher, smearing my wetness up my stomach until it stains the lace of my bra. “Don’t want me?” His lips curl into a snarl as he presses his cock hard into the curve of my ass, making me feel just how ready he is. “Then why are you soaking me, Scar? Why are you crying on my hand while your thighs beg to stay open?”
I thrash once, twice, but the more I fight, the more hepins me, the more heat spirals low in my stomach. My body betrays me, trembling with desperate need I can’t hide.
“I said no,” I spat, venom cracking through the tears streaming down my cheeks.
He twists my chin cruelly so I’m staring at him in the mirror, my face a wreck of mascara and sweat, his hand still working between my thighs, relentless. “No?” His eyes burn mine alive. “Baby, every drop dripping down my hand says yes. Every little sob out of that pretty mouth says yes. And I’m going to keep using you until you admit what you really are.”
He slides those filthy fingers back down, pressing harder, circling with ruthless precision, his teeth dragging over my throat as he whispers, “Mine.”
It tears out of me like a scream, like something breaking clean in half. My “no” dissolves, swallowed by the sob that rips through my chest, and before I can stop myself I’m twisting, clawing at him, pressing down against the hard, aching length straining his jeans.
I grind. Hard. Filthy. Shameless.
My tears streak hot down my face, but my hips betray me, moving like they’ve been waiting for this all along. The friction makes me choke on my breath, makes my thighs quake. He hisses between his teeth, his grip on my waist bruising as if he’s seconds away from splitting in two.
“Scarlett—” His voice is ragged, the warning already breaking.
“I don’t care,” I gasp, dragging myself harder against him, chasing something I swore I’d never want. My shame tastes like blood in my mouth, but my body only wants more. “I don’t care, Kai—just give it to me,please?—”
His head tips back like he’s drowning, like I’ve torn the last thread of restraint from him. “You think you can play me like that? Grind on me until I break?” His breath is fire against my cheek. His cock throbs under me, straining against denim. “Baby, if you keep moving like that, I’m going to ruin you right here.”
And still—I grind harder, desperate, wet, filthy, my sobs turning into moans as I whisper, “Then ruin me.”
I don’t even realise I’m moving until he’s half lifting me, half losing control, and I’m clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping me from falling apart. My legs lock around his waist, my nails dig into his shoulders, and I’m grinding down on him, wild, broken, out of my mind.
“Fuck, Kai—” My forehead crashes against his, my lips trembling, my voice cracking into a sob. “I want you—I want you so fucking bad it’s killing me.”
His hands are everywhere, hauling me higher against his chest, his fingers bruising my thighs, pressing me so tight against the bulge in his jeans I swear it’s splitting me open even through the denim.
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he growls, but his voice is shredded, desperate, his mouth brushing mine like he’s one breath away from snapping completely.
