Page 65 of Orion Ruined

Storming into the bathroom, I bump into Logan coming out, rubbing his hair with a towel. I push him away and slam the door between myself and them.

“Maisy?” Logan’s obviously confused, but Orion said what he needed to say, on all their behalf.

I turn the water on and get under the shower, lifting my head toward the spray and closing my eyes. My face, my hair, my body are rapidly drenched and before I know it, I’m choking back sobs, then bawling in loud, gut-wrenching cries.

The shower door suddenly opens and through the steam I see Orion in his t-shirt and sweatpants, his eyes burning with black fire. Before I have time to say anything his hand lunges at me, encircling my neck and pushing my face flat against the tiles.

“First, do not walk away from me, ever.”

Orion whispers the words in my ear before sinking his teeth into my earlobe, so sharp I think he must’ve drawn blood. I whimper in pain. He presses his large, muscular body over mine, a wall of hot flesh, flattening me on the cold tiles. His clothes are wet, but through his sweatpants I feel the steel ridge of his erection pressed firmly to my ass.

“Second. Whatever I say, goes.”

“Screw you! You don’t own me, Ori–Ow!” He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, again drawing blood, no doubt leaving marks.

“Third, never talk back.”

I struggle against his weight, trying to push him off, but he’s like a wolf, holding his victim secured in place before taking another bite. I look back at him, and see he’s pulled down his sweatpants and is fisting himself.

“And never, ever, ever”–he grabs the back of my thigh and lifts my leg up–“compare me with all those that used you,” he growls, as his cock finds my cunt and is shoved deep inside me.

“Because-they-never-fucked-you-like-I-have!”

The veins in his cock rub against my insides, his piercing penetrating me deep as he ruthlessly slams into me, over and over.

Why is my traitorous body enjoying this? I cannot contain my grunts, the air expelled from my chest each time he claims me. And when they become staccato, he growls and shoots his load inside me before pulling out. Frustrated by my lack of orgasm, I moan as my hips search for friction–I’m close. From behind, he wraps his arm tightly around my waist and the other hand reaches down, between my folds.

“I’ll never let you go. Not because I can’t,” he hisses into my ear, swirling his digits around my core as I roll my hips, “but because I’m in too deep.” He slips two fingers inside me and my legs buckle, but he holds me tight as I cry out. “We all are.”

He’s rubbing my clit with his thumb now as he finger-fucks me, and I’m thrown over the edge. My body jerks as I cum, and my arousal gushes over his hand. All the while I hear his voice. “I’ve fallen in perverted lust with you, and Kai and Logan adore you, obsessively. Whatever it is that you’re doing to us, please, stop it.”

I turn to him and wrap my arms around his body, and he does the same. For some inexplicable reason, I’m becoming addicted to this man. How can someone be hurting in so many different ways?

“For the record, I’m still mad at you.” He kisses my head. “But not kill-you mad, just fuck-you mad.”

I crane my neck to look up at him and chuckle. “Take off your clothes, you’re soaked.”

He strips off and stops the water while I get him a towel. We didn’t have to go through all this heartache if we were going to end up fucking. Which we always do. Though I don’t necessarily enjoy his hurtful words that get us there.

I leave Orion in the bathroom and walk back into the bedroom. Logan’s on his cell, sitting in the chair. I wrap my hair in a towel, find my t-shirt, and grab a new pair of panties.

“Is everything okay? What happened to your face?” he asks, looking up.

“I was being pushed against the tiles a little too hard,” I titter, and glance at Orion, who’s exiting the bathroom stark naked. The tattoos spread over one side of his perfect pecs, abs, and arms are on full show, and all he’s wearing are the rings on both hands, the ones he never takes off.

“Oh, you were, huh? Come here, you little minx.” Logan pulls me into his lap and I sit down, giggling.

Orion cuts his fun off. “Let her rest, Logan.”

“Why, if she’s game for it?” Logan continues to tickle me and I laugh louder.

“Logan.” Orion gives him a look. “We need to talk.”

“Come and lie in bed with me, Logan,” I purr.

LOGAN

“Get some rest first. I’ll come as soon as I can, I promise.” I kiss Maisy’s forehead and cup her face, locking eyes with her. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

---