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“Climb, or I’ll put you where I want you myself.” He breathes out heavily.
I shouldn’t want him to touch me, given the amount of chaos I’ve witnessed at his hands, but I’m not able to deny how turned on I am. My legs are trembling despite how much they shouldn’t be, and the only thought running through my mind is giving in to him. If we do this and get it over with, maybe I can go back to my normal life. It isn’t the truth, but it’s the lie I’m telling myself to find a reason for what I’m about to do.
My legs willingly lift for him as I position myself onto all fours, flattening my palms in a freckled pattern of Adam’s blood, and I almost breathlessly wait for his next command.
“That’s my good girl,” he muses, grabbing the pool stick and rolling it in Adam’s blood with his thumb and pointer finger. “For the record, Etta, Adam is a fucking coward. You could tell me you’d take care of yourself for the rest of eternity, and I would still protect you from the world. You deserve better.”
He towers over me and settles between my legs.
“And I guess that’s you? You’re better?” I push out in a moment of clarity.
“No, I’m not better. I’m the worst person to cross paths with, especially yours.”
“Then why say all of that if you don’t think you’re better?”
“Because, Etta, you do deserve better, but I am starving to taste you. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over this emptiness I feel if I never get to experience you.”
He flips me over roughly and his fingers wrenches my face, making me face him, to stare into his eyes. Leaning down, his mouth presses against mine, his tongue pushing past my lips and curling around the tip of my tongue as he sucks. Shit! If this is what a kiss is supposed to be, then I’ve never been properly kissed in my lifetime. Instinctively, my hips lift toward him, and he groans when I rub myself against him. His kisses are like the purest form of cocaine, extremely addicting and so dangerous they can kill me if I stop him.
Lo unbuttons my jeans and pulls the zipper completely down, his hand dipping into my panties and through my aching folds. “Dripping wet,” he says in a deep throaty voice, bringing his hand to his mouth and then sucking my juices off his finger. “And sweeter than honey.”
None of this should be happening, but I want this man more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my entire existence. He rips my pants and underwear down my legs and over my feet, flinging them across the room. His tongue immediately laps against my sensitive nub. He makes slow, small circles before resting his hand right below my belly button, adding the slightest amount of pressure. The sensation is too much; I can’t take it. My eyes close as my hips buck, and I ride his face shamelessly, moans falling out of my mouth freely.
Lo presses something to my entrance, and my body comes to a complete halt. My eyelids fly open, and I focus on him. He moves the pool stick painstakingly slowly through my slit and bounces the rubber bottom against my clit. A soft mewl bursts out of my lips, and he smiles as he does it again.
“I’m going to fuck you with the last thing of Adam’s that will ever stain you: his blood and the pain I caused. This is mine. You are mine,” Lo declares, and just as I’m about to protest, his tongue flicks with lightning speed. “Who do you belong to, little fox?”
I don’t answer him as my body stiffens with pleasure. His tongue stops moving, and he slides the stick through me again. “I said who the fuck do you belong to, Etta?” The rubber stopper bounces on and off my clit, and then he swirls it around.
“You. I belong to you,” I announce, and in one solid movement, Lo lowers the stick in a snap and shoves it into me.
“That’s right, you can take it, Etta. Ride this stick.” He twists the stick inside me and moves it in and out. I’ve never experienced anything like this, and it feels amazing. My breathing speeds up a little more each time he rotates the pool cue, and I moan, chasing my release that is coming quickly. He jerks the wood out of me one more time, and just when I think he’s going to push it back up, he throws it against the wall.
He kneels between my knees and rips open his fly, pulling his cock out. It’s girthy and long, and the tip curves ever so slightly to the left. I swallow hard. Droplets of precum glistens on the head, and he rubs it down his length, stroking himself as his eyes roam over me. “I’m going to erase all of that bastard,” he announces, lining up his tip with my opening, and he rams inside.
“You. Are. Mine.” He buries himself to the hilt with each word, and I moan, adjusting to his size.
“Fuck,” I cry out in pleasure as he lifts my leg over his shoulder, diving deeper into me, throbbing within me.
“Tell me, Etta. What do you want?”
My lips don’t move. He pulls almost all the way out, and I lift my hips. “No. I want you to hear yourself say it. What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck my brains out, Lo. Erase everyone else from my body, claim it, make it yours,” I beg him, needing him to finish what he started.
He kisses me so hard and demandingly that my lips throb with pain, and I do the same, needing to chase the high he’s giving me. He thrusts back inside, further than before, and my walls clench around him. As he flexes his hips, he growls, “You are mine, little fox. My beautiful, violent thing.”
