Page 75 of The Hallows Boys

His hand squeezes my neck, and I push against him once more. “Fuck you.”

He grinds his hips, his cock slipping between my ass cheeks and creating a burning pleasure to run over my body. He laughs darkly, and my eyes roll back in my head. “You got it, Little Rabbit.”

He leans over me, dragging his nose through my hair as he breathes deeply, running his hand up my hip and underneath my shirt. “You smell so fucking good.”

I moan, arching my back a little as I feel moisture drip from between my legs. He lifts my head with the hold he has on my neck, using his other hand to rip my shirt over my head before I drop back down on the bed.

He lets go of my neck, using his hands to stroke along my back. Tracing the scars they left there, he groans in his throat.

I breathe heavily, his touch lighting up my skin like wildfire. The thirsty brat inside of me takes over, desperate to feel him.

“Are you going to fuck me, or should I call Beckham for a repeat?”

His touch stills, and he laughs. “I haven’t missed your smart mouth.”

I grin into the blankets, knowing I’m pissing him off and making his need to punish me even stronger. Leaning back, he grabs my ass and pushes my hips up until I’m on my knees in front of him, then his hands leave my flesh once more. I hear him shuffle his pants, then a click of a knife.

My heart thrashes in my chest, making anxiety flood me. He runs the cold metal of the knife up the inside of my thigh, then ghosts it over the front of my panties, making my clit pulse. When he reaches the waistband, he slips the knife under the material and slices it until it falls off of me.

He’s an animal, and the scariest part of all of it is how turned on I am by him.

He slaps my ass with his free hand, then tosses the knife to the floor. “My little fucking toy.”

I feel him position his cock to my entrance, then he pushes into me until his balls slap me. I suck down a breath, moaning loudly as he fills me in the most perfect and painful way. He groans, dropping his forehead to my shoulder as we both revel in the feel of each other, like two long-lost souls meeting once again.

He pulls back, grabbing my hips with both hands to hold me in place, then slams back into me. “So fucking wet, Little Rabbit. Did you miss me?”

I moan in place of answering, and he chuckles as he pulls back, then surges forward again. He uses one hand to skim up the front of my body until it’s circling my throat, then he grips me tight and yanks me up until I’m sitting in front of him on my knees. I cry out through the hold he has on my neck, and he starts bucking up into me faster. His teeth bite onto my shoulder as his palm squeezes my throat, making black spots dance in my vision.

Pain and pleasure mix together, sending me barreling toward my climax at full speed.

I reach behind me, threading my hands into his hair and yanking on the strands to show him how I’m feeling, and he moans through the bite he has on my flesh. Pulling back, he licks my skin and presses into my ear. “Come for me, Little Rabbit.”

I arch my back, and when his hand slips from my throat and runs down my body to rub my clit, I fall over the edge of my orgasm with a shout.

My pussy quivers around him, tightening so hard that it becomes painful as he starts to jackhammer his hips. “That’s it, Sage, cream all over my big fucking dick.”

I yell again, my voice hurting my dry throat as my orgasm peaks.

When I come down, he pushes on my back until I fall face-first onto the bed, keeping his dick inside of me as he curls on top of me. He kisses and bites on my neck, his tongue sliding against my flesh until he reaches the scar on the center of my back, right where his initial is scabbed over and healing. He strokes the letter with his tongue, growling in his throat as he does.

He starts to move his hips again slowly, kissing the letter marked on my skin. “Mine.”

He feels so fucking good inside of me, all of the hate and malice I feel toward him starts to fizzle away, and the only thing left is the pleasure that he’s bringing to my body. Maybe that makes me fucked up, maybe that makes me a glutton for punishment or attention, but right now, the only thing that exists is him.

He's one of my three favorite escapes, and without a second thought, I would spend every night with him between my legs.

He thrusts his hips leisurely a few more times, then pulls out of me and grabs my sides to flip me over onto my back. He moves down my body, using his tongue to guide himself between my legs.

He flicks his tongue over my clit. “Say it.”

My eyes roll back when he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks it into his mouth. After a heartbeat, he pulls back to look up at me. “Say you’re mine, Sage.”

He slips down, plunging his tongue inside me, making me arch my back and moan loudly. “I’m yours, Kaiden. I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.”

He licks back up to my clit, swirling his tongue around in a circle as he plunges two fingers inside me. When he hums approvingly, my body tingles with pleasure, making me grab the sheets between my fingers and pull.

I roll my hips against him to fuck his face, and his fingers pump harder as he continues to circle my clit with his tongue. I let go of the sheets, deciding to grab his hair instead to yank on the black strands, making him moan in his throat and lick faster. My hands hold him to me like a lifeline, and I watch as he kisses and licks at my pussy passionately. The sounds of his fingers pumping into me hard and fast mix with the moans and hums of pleasure from him, sending me into the whirlwind of another climax.

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