Page 58 of Beneath the Surface

My clit throbs as I push back against him, acting like I don’t want him anywhere near me. It only makes him hold me tighter, pistoning his hips against my backside, my breasts smashed against the unforgiving metal of the refrigerator.

He releases my wrists, tingles rushing through my fingers as the blood flows back into them, and he wraps his arms around my middle, crushing our bodies together. My hands dig into his forearms, no longer fighting as I give into the shakes of my body, pleasure spiraling through me. Soft moans slip from my mouth with every thrust, his dick hitting so deep I swear I feel it bruising my womb.

“What happened?” he rumbles in my ear. “No more crying? No more screams for help?” He slips out of me and I bite my lip from the loss, my body buzzing so hard I feel like I’m floating.

His hand cups my jaw, twisting my face to his. “Say no again.Lieto me. Give me a reason to palm that ass until it breaks.”

He spins me around, forcing the breath from my lungs at the sudden movement, and slams me on top of the salad bar countertop, my elbows smashing into the stainless steel. I swallow down a cry, the ache radiating up my arm, even as my pussy throbs from the sting.

The bite of pain is a reprieve from the fog that usually descends.

That, combined with the sensation of him pressed against me, pinning my body in place while he wraps my hair around his fist, has me spiraling so fast it’s blinding.

And then he’s sliding back inside of me, thrusting his cock so deep his balls slap against my clit. The root of my hair pulls until it burns, wrapped around his fist, his other hand squeezing my shoulder, using my body as leverage to fuck me raw.

Heat coils deep in my gut, spiraling upward, spreading through my insides and reaching every single limb until even my fingertips sizzle.

The pressure on my shoulder eases, and suddenly there’s a sharp sting followed by warmth, spreading across my ass cheek, making my pussy spasm around him.

Smack.

I gasp, my stomach clenching as he spanks me.

“You dirty fucking slut.”

Smack.

It’s not the first time I’ve been called a slut. I’ve always been disgusted with the word, but the way he says it, like he’s picked it out of the dirt and made it sparkle just for him, sends me reeling. Like he’s taken away the degradation and given me the power.

Because I know that all I have to say is one word and everything will stop.

I’m in control.

“I’m going to come inside you,” he grunts against the skin of my neck. “Make you feel me for days, so you’re reminded with every breath who you belong to.”

My eyes roll back at his filthy words, my core contracting at the thought of him coming undone inside of me,becauseof me, and that’s all it takes. I explode into a thousand pieces, my body shaking violently, my throat being rubbed raw from my scream as I collapse against the cold metal of the kitchen counter. Vaguely, I’m aware of a groan behind me, his cock pulsing as he presses as far into me as he can get.

When I come back to myself, it’s to the feel of soft kisses being laid up and down my spine. I lay still, waiting for the shame to reach up and grip me in its claws. I know it’s on the way, it never leaves me completely.

But when you spend years with your body being used a certain way, you become conditioned.

I don’t know any other way to be.

I’m sick.

I’m broken.

And I’m fucking disturbed.

But Alexseesthose pieces, and nurtures them like they’re worthy. Like they’rehis.And while I know I’ll never be whole again, for the first time, I wonder if it’s possible to fall in love with jagged edges.

“God, Lily, you’re fucking incredible. What do you need, baby? Are you thirsty? Did I hurt you?” His voice brings me back to the present and I straighten, my body sore and satiated, reveling in the feel of being worked over by him.

I look around, realizing we’ll need to sanitize the area before we can leave, but feeling so vulnerable in the moment that I don’t want to put forth the effort. What Ireallywant is to have him hold me for the rest of the night, to keep the nightmares at bay and remind me that what we just did doesn’t make me less of a person.

I bite back the emotion that’s surging up my throat.

“We need to clean this place back up.” Spinning around, I look into his eyes. “And hi, by the way.”

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