Page 81 of You Were Always Mine
“I can’t—Kai, I can’t—” My chest is heaving, my voice breaking, my eyes spilling until the tears are hot against his mouth where he crushes kisses into me like he wants to drown in them. I shake my head, violent, desperate, but it doesn’t stop him. It only makes him worse.
His grip is merciless on my waist, his teeth catching at my throat, his breath ragged. “You can,” he snarls, half command, half plea, the sound guttural, unhinged. “Don’t you dare take it back. Don’t you fucking run from me now.”
But I’m already breaking in his hands, sobbing into his skin, trembling under the weight of him. My body betrays me, still clinging, still moving against him, while my mouth refuses, choking on the words he needs.
“Say it,” he hisses, forehead pressed hard to mine, his fingers digging bruises into my hips. His voice is shredded, dangerous, shaking like he’s about to fall apart if I don’t give him what he wants. “Say you’re mine, Scar. Say it or I’ll fucking make you.”
My sobs choke me but his grip doesn’t loosen, not even when I claw at him, not even when my throat burns from the sound I’m making. He pins me harder, his breath searing against my cheek, and the words tear out of me without permission?—
“You don’t own me,” I spit, voice ragged andvenomous, though my hips are grinding against him like I’m begging to be ruined. “You’ll never?—”
His hand snaps up, fingers in my hair, jerking my head back until I’m staring into those merciless eyes, my tears spilling and my body trembling. He grinds up into me, cruel, filthy, so deep I scream, the words shattering on my tongue.
“Don’t I?” His whisper cuts like a blade, low and shaking with rage and need. His thumb drags across my wet cheek, smearing salt into fire. “Look at you. Crying. Moaning. Wrapped around me like you were made for this. Tell me again I don’t own you while you’re soaking my cock.”
I try to shake my head, I try to fight, but my own voice betrays me with a broken whimper. My body won’t stop, my thighs clenching around him, my shame spilling louder than my defiance.
He presses his forehead to mine, snarling through his teeth, “Say it, Scar. Tell me I don’t own you—while you fucking break on me.”
I open my mouth, desperate to force the words out, but nothing comes—only a strangled sob, raw and ugly, torn from somewhere too deep. My throat locks tight, like it knows the truth I’m too terrified to say aloud.
His hips drive up into me harder, crueller, and my nails drag down his shoulders because I can’t hold it in, can’t fight the wave tearing me apart. My lips tremble around the word no, but all that spills out is a broken moan, cracked and needy, shameful and wrecked.
His laugh is dark, dangerous, like he’s peeling me open with it. His palm cups the back of my neck, forcing my face closer until his forehead slams against mine, sweat and tears mixing between us.
“You can’t even say it,” he breathes, voice shaking with fury and something filthier, hotter. “You wanted to tell me no. You wanted to lie. But your body’s screaming the truth, baby sister.”
I shake my head because I have to, because if I don’t I’ll admit it, I’ll let it spill, and then I’ll never come back from it. But he grinds up again and I bite down on my lip so hard I taste blood, muffling the cry that still bursts through anyway.
“Choke on it,” he whispers, lips brushing mine, his teeth dragging cruelly at my mouth. “Choke on every lie you try to tell yourself. I’ll keep you here until you break.”
Every nerve in my body is on fire. I don’t even know where to put my hands anymore—one fists in his shirt, the other slips uselessly against the sweat on his chest—because he won’t let me move, won’t let me run, won’t let me fall apart the way I need to.
He drags me closer, so close I can’t tell where I end and he begins, and then he stops. Holds me there. Buried inside me but still, cruelly still.
I whimper. I hate the sound—it sounds pathetic, broken, a plea I swore I’d never give him. But he drinks it in, his mouth brushing my jaw as he breathes me in like I’m already his.
“Please…” It slips out before I can swallow it back. My hips twitch, my thighs shake, my whole body begging without my permission.
His hand slides down my waist, fingers pressing into bruises he’s already made, holding me tight so I can’t grind, can’t take what I’m desperate for.
“You’re soaked for me,” he whispers against my ear, voice filthy-sweet, twisting like a knife. “And I haven’t even given you anything yet.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, trembling. My body is screaming at me to move, to take, to ride him until I forget who I am—but he won’t let me. He just holds me still, pulses of unbearable heat building between my legs, and I sob into his neck, my lips brushing his skin with every shuddered breath.
“You’re going to beg louder, Scar,” he murmurs, cruel and calm, like he has all the time in the world. “You’re going to choke on it until you can’t breathe. And then maybe—maybe—I’ll let you cum.”
My throat is raw before I even realise I’m screaming. Not words at first—just ragged sobs that scrape out of me like my body is trying to tear itself open, trying to bleed out all the shame that’s choking me.
“Kai—please—” My voice cracks, breaks, splinters on his name. My hips jerk helplessly against his grip, every nerve alight with fire, but he keeps me locked down, shaking, desperate, humiliatingly undone.
“I can’t—please, I can’t—” My head falls back against the mirror behind me, glass cold against my scalp, my eyes swimming. My chest heaves, skin slick with sweat, and still he doesn’t move. Doesn’t give me the mercy I’m dying for.
“Say it,” he whispers, voice so low, so wrecked, it’s almost tender—but the filth in it cuts straight through me. His lips graze my cheek, my jaw, his breath hot in my ear. “Beg for me, baby. Tell me what you want.”
I sob harder, tears streaking down into my mouth, my chin. My pride is gone, shredded. My body is humiliating me, clenching around him, soaking for him, desperate in a way I swore I’d never let him see.
“I want—” The words choke me, I can’t even breathe them, not until his hand slides up my throat, just enough pressureto remind me he owns every gasp. My voice breaks wide open, raw and shameless. “I want you to fuck me—please, Kai, I need it, I need you?—”
