Page 61 of A Hurt So Good

The door opens and all my thoughts vanish when I see him standing there. He looks pissed. Anger rolls off him in waves that could easily drown me.

“War,” I say his name softly. He shakes his head and walks into the room, slipping the keys into his pocket before locking the door behind him. “I was only dancing.”

“With another man,” he adds, his tone dark and cold.

“We didn’t do anything,” I tell him.

“He wasn’t one of my brothers.”

“But I didn’t do anything, War.”

“Hmm. You keep saying that.”

“Because it’s true!” I say louder this time.

“I want all your clothes off. Every last fucking piece,” he says. I shake my head, but he just raises his eyebrow. The look alone tells me I need to get the clothes off in a timely manner. So I do. I pull the dress up and over my head, laying it to the side when he nods toward my panties and bra. I make quick work of them, too, and move to my boots.

“Leave those on.” I stand up straight as he looks at me intently. Then he’s stalking toward me, and I feel like I can’t breathe again. It’s too much. He’s too much. I start to open my mouth tosay more, but he raises his hand to stop me. I take quick, short breaths as he continues his slow trek across the room. When he’s close enough, he grabs my hand and walks me to the window, shoving my body against it. I can see everything down below, but they can’t see us.

His breath is warm as it dances over the flesh on my shoulder.

“Oh, little bird. The things I’m going to do to you,” he whispers, and I shudder. “What you’re going to do right now is be quiet. Do you understand me?” I nod my head, not willing to say anything else. He grunts, and I hear him removing his belt. Then I feel it before I see it. He loops the belt around my neck, and instantly, I tense. I don’t want this. I don’t want to do this.

“War,” I say his name, but then the belt gets tighter. It’s not so tight that I can’t breathe, but it’s enough to be uncomfortable.

“I said no talking. The more you talk, the tighter it gets,” he warns me.

After he’s satisfied with the belt, he drags me toward the desk, where he motions for me to sit. I do as I’m told and climb up on the desk, sitting and waiting for his directions. I watch him strip in front of me, his hard body on full display for me.

“Spread your legs,” he demands. I do as I’m told and spread my legs wide. “Scoot down the desk toward me.”

When I’m where he wants me, he pushes me back so that I fall onto the desk. Then his hand comes out and slaps my pussy. Hard. I squeal from the pain, and he does it again. Over and over, he slaps my pussy with force.

“War!” I yell at him. He gets closer and reaches up, notching the belt once more. Now, it’s getting slightly harder to breathe, but still bearable.

“No talking.” I lay at his mercy, not knowing what he was going to do to me. He grabs my thighs in a bruising grasp and jerks me further toward him. When I’m at the edge, he grabs his cock and teases my entrance before hitting me with his cock next. I gasp at the feeling, and he does it over and over again. My body is on fire with need, and he knows it.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard it’s going to hurt, little bird. You’re going to cry,” he tells me. As if he hasn’t fucked me hard before. He must see the look in my eyes because he starts to laugh darkly.

“You think I’ve fucked you hard before, right? You haven’t felt shit,” he tells me. Now I suck in a breath. How could he possibly fuck me harder than he has before? There’s no way.

War plays with my clit with the tip of his cock, his piercing hitting it in all the right places. His pre cum coats the tip as he twirls it around and drives me crazy. I moan as he keeps going, but when I feel like I’m going to explode, he stops. I whine a little but know not to say anything or the belt will get tighter.

“How many times do you think I can drag your little body to the edge and then stop it all, little bird? How much do you think you can handle?” he asks, knowing I can’t answer him. He wouldn’t do that, would he? But just as I think about it, he slams his cock into me. And when he said I hadn’t seen anything yet. He wasn’t lying.

He pulls my ass so it’s off the desk, and he drives into me with so much force I feel like I’m breaking in two. I scream from boththe pleasure and the pain. I don’t know which one is overriding the other at this point. War keeps pounding into me, and I can feel my muscles slowly begin to tighten right before he pulls out of me completely.

“War!” I scold him, but he just laughs. He leans up and tightens the leather around my neck a little more. Now, it’s harder to breathe. Now, I don’t like it. I feel like I’m going to panic, and he knows it.

“Stay calm, and it won’t be so bad,” he warns me. I do my best to stay calm and take small breaths when he’s thrusting back inside me. Once again, he takes me hard to the point of tears. I try to blink them back, but over and over, he denies me an orgasm. Each time he stops, I cry out again. And he doesn’t stop doing it until my body is about to give out.

“War, please,” I beg him as tears roll down my cheeks and my body aches. He smirks and then reaches for the belt, his cock still inside me. He unhooks it, and I think he’s going to tighten it again, but this time, he jerks it hard. My eyes bulge as I reach up and try to pull it free. He shakes his head and pounds into me harder. Tears fall rapidly down my cheeks now as he keeps fucking me. I’m so fucking close once again, but he stops. He releases the belt and loosens it as I gasp for air. He pulls the belt from around my neck and tosses it to the floor.

“Get up,” he demands. My legs are trembling, and I can barely stand as I rub my neck. “Get over here,” he orders, nodding to where he stands by the window again. With legs like jelly, I walk over to him even as tears still stream down my cheeks.

“You’re going to do what I say. You got it?” I nod my head as he spins me to face away from him.

“Hands on the floor.” I bend over and place my hands on the floor when he lifts my ass in the air. “Now wrap your legs around me like this,” he says. I’m facing away from him, but I do as I’m told and wrap my legs around the back of him. Then he’s inside me again. And this time, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. At this angle, he’s hitting places I didn’t know existed. His cock is touching every part of me, and then he really starts thrusting.

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