Page 19 of Nightmare

“I’m only gonna say this once, so listen properly,” he growls against my flesh. “I’m not leaving these woods without you by my side. So you might as well stop fucking around with me and skip to the part where I get to take my girl home.”

“No.” I shove his hand away from my neck, fighting him when he tries to throttle me again. “You can’t just force your way back into my life and expect me to lie down and take it.”

“That’s exactly what you’re gonna do.” He chuckles like the evil bastard he is, effortlessly pinning my swinging arms to the dirt above my head. “You think you can get rid of me?” he taunts. “I’ll haunt you, Vi. I’ll make your life a living hell.”

“You already do that,” I retort, lifting my head until I’m right up in his face, my nose touching his. “What have I got to lose?”

“This,” he says simply, straightening up fast to pull my skirt down to my ankles. “Me and you. The way it’s supposed to be.”

He balls it up and tosses it to the side, then he hooks his fingers into the hole he made in my fishnets and rips them open even more. They were ruined anyway, but now they’re nothing but scraps; the flimsy material hanging loosely around my knees. He leaves my boots on and pushes his t-shirt up to my collarbone, grabbing the backs of my knees to spread my legs out as far as they’ll go. I’m already dripping with his cum, so it takes no effort at all for him to shove his cock deep inside me. And he wastes no time. He starts fucking me relentlessly, like he’s trying to hurt me, his hip bones smashing against my ass with every hard hit.

“Fuck,” I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut at the pain. “Atty, that’s too much.”

“You can take it,” he assures me. “Relax your hips and stop trying to push me out.”

I take a breath and do as he says, relieved to find he’s right. It doesn’t hurt as much when I stop fighting it, but I can’t help the way my body keeps trying to reject him, the way my legs keep closing to try to relieve some of the pressure. His nostrils flare and he grabs my thighs again, leaning on them with his hands so I have no choice but to keep them open.

I’m whining and writhing beneath him, licking my fingers to get them ready for my clit. He spits on my pelvis, and I eagerly scoop it up, using his saliva to play with myself. Feeling braver now, I arch my back up for him and watch him fuck me, pinching my own nipple as I run my eyes over the muscles carved into his flesh. After just a couple more minutes, his dick starts to feel good, and then really fucking good, stretching and filling me to my limit.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he rasps with a grin. “Damn. Look at you.”

I grin back at his praise and squeeze my nipple a little harder, pulling my brows in when he reaches over to grab the tequila. Before I can protest, he uncaps it and pours the freezing cold liquid over my neck, breasts, and stomach, biting his own lip as he soaks me with it.

“Fucker!” I squeal. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“I want you sticky,” he says, bending over to lick some off my chest.

I huff out my annoyance and pull his hot body down over mine, using him to keep me warm. “You’re a nightmare.”

“I’m your nightmare.”

Yeah. He’s right about that.

“Kiss me,” I say, and he smashes his lips against mine.

He devours me. Consumes me.

I run my nails over his scalp, feeling his soft hair between my fingers. He hums and gives me his tongue, licking into my mouth, curling it in and out to match the steady new pace he’s got going on my pussy. I pull back for air and turn his face to get to his neck, kissing him there for a bit. Just as I’m about to give him a hickey of his own, something catches my eye and I do a double take, squinting into the darkness at the couple tearing each other’s clothes off just a few feet away from us.

“Atty, is that…?” I trail off, my eyes widening when I realize who the girl is. “Holy shit.”

“What?”

“Tryst and Andie,” I whisper, tipping my chin in their direction. “Look.”

He tenses and turns his head toward them, pulling his t-shirt down over my breasts, slowly, like he doesn’t want them to catch any sudden movements and look over here.

I stare in slack-jawed wonder as Trystan kisses the shit out of my best friend, squeezing her ass and wrapping her legs around his waist. She has a boyfriend, but that’s not even the part that’s so shocking to me. Andie hates Trystan. Really hates him.

Or at least I thought she did.

“What are they doing?” Atticus asks, sounding just as confused as I am.

I close my mouth and then open it again, completely at a loss for words.

“Maybe we should go somewhere else,” I suggest after another minute, but neither of us makes any move to leave.

Our eyes stay hooked on the other couple as Trystan spins Andie around and kisses her neck from behind, pulling on her tight blonde curls to give himself a better angle.

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