Page 80 of You Were Always Mine
And I do—hips trembling as I move over him, desperate and wrecked, every inch dragging him deeper, stretching me until I sob into his throat. The more I move, the more he holds me back, fingers crushing bruises into my waist, his mouth against my ear taunting, “You feel that? You’ll never forget it. Never forget me.”
I try to chase it faster, harder, but he slams me down, forcing me to circle instead, to grind slow enough that it burns, so close to snapping but always, always denied. My nails rake his shoulders, my forehead pressed to his, whispering broken curses that melt into whimpers.
The mirrors blur as tears flood my eyes, and still he edges me cruelly, refusing to let me fall.
The slow grind shatters in a heartbeat. One second I’m rolling my hips against him, teeth clenched on a sob, the next he snaps—hands tearing at my waist, dragging me down until I scream from how deep he slams up into me. The mirrors quake with it, my reflection breaking into athousand jagged pieces, each one showing me ruined on him.
“Fuck—Scarlett—” his voice is a ragged growl against my mouth, every thrust brutal, shaking the bench beneath us. “You wanted me slow? Too late. You’re mine. You hear me?”
I claw at his shoulders, crying out with each thrust that knocks the air from my lungs, my head hitting the glass behind me. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even flinch, just drives harder, snapping his hips like he wants to brand me from the inside.
“Say it,” he snarls, his breath hot against my cheek. “Say who’s inside you.”
My lips tremble, the words spilling broken as he pounds into me, tearing me apart and putting me back together all at once. The mirrors blur with my sobbing reflection, but all I can see is him—Kai, everywhere, in every shard.
He feels me tightening, spiralling to the edge, and that’s when he breaks me cruel. A savage snap of his hips, a growl in my ear, and then he stops just short, burying deep but holding still, making me writhe on him like a pathetic thing.
I choke on a scream. “Kai—please?—”
He bites down on my throat, hard enough to bruise, his breath hot and filthy against my skin. “You think you get to cum? After the way you ran from me, fight me, spit in my face? No, baby. You’re going to grind for it.”
His hands lock around my hips, keeping me pinned while he refuses to move. The mirrors make it worse—make me watch myself trembling, soaked, riding him in ragged little circles like I’m starving. Every reflection is humiliation. Every reflectionis proof.
“Fuck yourself on me,” he whispers, cruel and sweet at the same time, dragging his tongue along the shell of my ear. “Make yourself cum and beg me to stay inside when you fall apart. Make yourself scream for your brother like a dirty little whore.”
I sob, rocking harder, clawing at his chest, grinding until my thighs are shaking, every nerve set on fire. He doesn’t move, doesn’t give, just watches me destroy myself on his cock.
And when I break—when I cry out and shatter—he catches my mouth in a brutal kiss, swallowing the sound, but still doesn’t let me have all of it. Still cruel. Still holding back the part I’m begging for.
He snaps me onto my back so fast the cracked bench shrieks against the warped floor, and the mirrors all around catch the wreck of me—naked, trembling, wide-eyed as he drives into me with a punishing rhythm that steals every breath.
I claw at his shoulders, at the slick heat of his back, and when my gaze tangles with his, the tears come fast, harder than I can hide.
He slows just enough to press his mouth to my cheek, swallowing the salt, whispering ragged against my skin, “Don’t cry, baby… don’t cry for me.” His voice cracks, filthy and tender all at once as his hips keep slamming. “Why are you crying when I’m right here?”
I choke, sob, shudder beneath him, the world fracturing in every broken reflection, until the truth tears itself out of me.
“I don’t love you like a brother, Kai,” I gasp, clutching his hand, dragging it to my chest where my heart hammers like it wants to burst free. My tears wet his knuckles, my body clenched around him. “I never have. I love you.”
The words cut through both of us, raw, bloody, irreversible.
His thrust falters, his eyes burn down into me, and I shake my head, sobbing harder as I hold his hand tighter over my heart. “I don’t—Kai, it hurts—I don’t know what to do with it, I can’t,”
He groans like the sound rips him open, crushing his mouth to mine, kissing me until the confession sinks into his bones, until my sobs are just as much his as they are mine.
I feel him snap the moment my voice cracks with it—I love you. The words rip out of me like glass, bloody and wrong, but they’re already echoing through the mirrors, bouncing back at me from every angle until there’s no denying what I said.
Kai freezes under me. His grip tightens so hard on my waist it hurts, his chest shuddering against mine like he’s trying not to breathe. His eyes are fire, rage and ruin and want, and then it all detonates at once.
“Fuck, Scar,” he growls, like the words are dragged from his throat against his will. He slams me down, brutal and unrelenting, each thrust breaking me open until I’m sobbing. “Don’t you dare say that. Don’t you fucking?—”
But he can’t stop. He’s gone. Lost. His mouth crushes mine, devouring, destroying, his hands bruising as they drag me tighter, closer, like he could bury me inside his chest and never let me go.
Every movement is a breaking point. Every kiss is punishment and confession tangled together. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can only whisper it again against his mouth, crying, wrecked, I love you I love you I love you, until he snarls into the words like they’re killing him.
“Then you’re mine,” he whispers, broken andfilthy and cruel, driving harder, deeper. “Say it or I swear I’ll tear this whole place down around us. Say it, Scar. Say you’re mine.”
“I—” The word fractures on my tongue, dies in my throat. My whole body folds in on itself even as he slams me down, my nails clawing into his shoulders like maybe I can anchor myself, maybe I can survive this, but the truth is spilling out of me in sobs instead of words.
