Page 78 of Prey Tell
His eyes darken again as he nods once, spreading my legs and crawling on top of me. I feel his thick head press against my core, and he angles himself to drive into me.
“You fucking asked for it,” he mutters.
And then he roughly slams into me, burying himself to the hilt.
I gasp, throwing my head back, but his hand snakes around the back of my hair, tilting my face up to look at him. His mouth is open, and he pulls out before sinking into me again.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I nod, but it’s too much. He’s stretching me in the most amazing way.Perfect.It burns, and then it doesn’t, giving away to an ache that scares me. An ache that’s a precursor for something that’s never happened to me before.
“Juliet,” he whispers, running another hand down my neck.
He’s not asking me anything—he’s saying my name—andthisis what I wanted all those years ago. This connection. The way our bodies fit together perfectly. He hitches one of my legs higher, allowing him to sink deeper, and I fight the urge to squeeze my eyes shut.
“Chase,” I moan.
He quickens his pace, and I see the darkness slide over his pupils again. He’s fighting it—the predator and my friend are clashing. It occurs to me that perhaps I’ve always been something more to him. Growing up. The engagement party. All of it. This is everything for me, but maybe it is for him, too.
He pulls slowly out, and then he plunges into me. An inferno of red-hot heat sweeps through me, and white stars dance in my vision. He does it again—rougher this time—so that the dirt underneath me scrapes into my skin. I hiss, but it doesn’t hurt. Not when he’s doing this to me.
He quickly pulls my hitched-up leg fully over his shoulder and places both of his hands near my shoulder. He’s relentless, going deeper now, and I hum my satisfaction.Loudly.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he growls. “Taking my cock so well. Tell me,” he adds, his voice rough. “How long?”
I know what he means instantly, and I fight to close my eyes. My hands move to his back, and I scratch him—hard.His eyes flutter closed briefly before he opens them again, fucking me into the ground with abandon.
“Since before my parents died.”
He stops moving for a second—just enough for me to read the expression on his face. I thought he looked anguished before, but now?
He swallows once, jaw ticcing, and then he huffs a laugh. “We’re both fucking idiots.”
I open my mouth to retort when he places both hands on my hips, pulling my ass off the ground a couple of inches. He digs his nails into me, and I briefly notice the way his ring is pressing into my skin.
Like he’s branding me.
The change in angle sends me flying, and I feel everything inside of me go taut as he rocks into me.
“Fuck,” he whispers, letting out a tormented groan.
I open my mouth to scream, but then I remember the rules.
“Please, sir, can I come?” I ask, tilting my hips more to get the friction I need.
“Beg for it.”
I gasp as he continues his relentless pace. With every hard thrust, he knocks the breath from my lungs.Fuck.
“Please,” I whisper. “Please, Chase. Please let me come. I need your cock. I need you to fill me up.”
He squeezes my hips harder with his rough fingers, and a small part of me realizes he’s going to leave bruises. And possibly break the skin where his nails are cutting into me.
“Fuck,” I whine. “Please. I want to feel you cum inside of me.”
He lets out a pained growl, pulling out and slamming back in. “I know you do. Your greedy little cunt keeps squeezing me. I want you to come for me, Juliet.”
Just like yesterday, one hand comes to my clit, and all it takes is three rolls of his thumb over my aching bud for me to shatter around him.
