Page 144 of Anathema Codex

I don't want to think about it.

"Answer me!" He slaps my ass again.

"Yes," I hiss quietly. "I remember."

"I do too. I was thinking about that day a while back. You wanted my dick so bad," he says, applying a little more pressure to my hole, but he doesn't push inside yet. "Then I finally gave it to you and Bea had to get in the middle of it, straddling your face and putting your little cock in her mouth to distract you from the full experience of having my dick inside you. You remember that?"

I don't bother answering because I don't think he even wants one, but then he yanks my head back, a fistful of my hair trapped in his grip as he finally thrusts inside. Pain slices through me and even though I really wish I could forget the memory he's summoned, I'm hit with it anyway. The insane desire I felt for him, the mix of excitement and fear when he told me I'dimpressed him, which meant he was willing to fuck me, because my desire for him and Bea was so goddamn obvious to both of them that he'd seen it instantly.

"Move your ass or I'll hang your head up next to hers," he threatens, but as he picks up the pace, fucking me hard and fast just like he did that first time, I know it's a lie. If there was any escape from this hell, I'd take it. If I wasn't such a coward I'd do it myself. Another sharp smack to my ass makes me move, rolling my hips for him when he thrusts deep and holds. "That's it, Ichabod. Now open your eyes and look at your bestie."

No.I don't say it out loud, but I think it as I squeeze my eyes tighter, but a second later I hear him chuckle and he slams his fist into my ribs. The shock of pain forces my eyes open and I'm staring at Bea's distorted face just like he wanted.

"Fuck! Squeeze my cock like that again," Lakyn groans, thrusting hard and fast, not caring that each merciless drive is made infinitely worse by the fact that Bea's ruined eyes are above me. "That's it, smile for her. You remember she likes to watch, right? I think that makes this extra special. Come on, Ichabod, put some effort in for Trixie. You know what I like."

He's laughing again, amused by my pain, and all I can do is stare up into the face of the only person who ever cared about me while getting brutally fucked by the bastard that killed her... and I've never felt so alone.

ELEVEN

Immaculate

LAKYN

He’s not doing shit,I think in frustration as I reach under him and give his cock a violent tug. Normally, I let him do that himself, but then again, normally he fucks back like the pro he was when I first met his acquaintance.

Not that he has at all lately.

I grunt as I slide my dick deeper into his tight hole, lean my head back, and let out a shuddering sigh. Even with his poor fucking performance, I’m still able to get my rocks off, but that’s not the end of our little torrid soiree.

I pull my cock out of his hole, slap it against his ass, then shove him to the side so I can climb up the bed and sit comfortably against the headboard.

“Ready to climb on and show me what you’ve got?” I ask him with a smirk as I palm my dick, and hold it up for him, then slap my thigh. “And remember—Trixie likes to watch. Fuck me like your bitch is watching.”

Ichabod looks like he’s fighting the urge to cry, run, or vomit—he can try either, or all of the above, after I’m done fucking him.

I always do like a good chase after a fresh fuck, and he knows that. Of course, if he’s feeling suicidal about things, I can always drive him out to the desert and see if he’s willing to jump into a snake pit or something.

Could be fun.

“I really have to ask again?” I snarl at him as I wait. He wipes away tears with the back of his arm in one fell swoop of his face, before he lifts one of his legs to straddle me.

I watch as he slowly, painfully starts to lower his hole onto my dick, my grin widening as it disappears. Something about the way it swallows me whole always lights a fire in me.

Reaching up, I grab his face, squeezing his cheeks together to tilt his face upward.

“Eyes on Her Royal Highness—and don’t fucking break eye contact. It may be the last time you see her.”

Ichabod reaches for the headboard with shaky hands as he rolls his hips, grinding that tight hole down against me.

I inhale a sharp breath as I look up at him.

He’s so fragile, so desperate for love… so fucking pathetic.

“You can go faster than that,” I bark, slapping one of his skinny thighs. He chokes back a sob as he closes his eyes and quickens his pace. “Uh, uh!” I say reaching up and slapping one of his cheeks. “Eyes open.”

I look down at my chest as a tear lands on my sweaty skin and I roll my eyes.Fine. I’ll fucking do it myself.

I dig my fingernails into his hips and thrust up into him. Ichabod lets out a pained groan as I rail him, pushing so far into his tight, hole that I wouldn’t be surprised if my cock came out of his mouth soon.

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