I’ve barely made it ten steps when the sky opens, and rain bounces off the dirt road.
Glancing behind me, I shriek, panic crawling up my throat as I see him hot on my heels.
I know we’re playing a twisted game, but my brain hasn’t caught on, which makes it exciting. My heart hammers hard as my breaths saw through my throat.
I turn my attention forward but trip and tumble to the ground, pain exploding in my knees from the impact. My hands and arms are covered in wet mud as I push to my knees. But before I can jump to my feet, Dominic grabs my hair and drags me back toward the truck, kicking and screaming, the rough surface shredding my skin.
The pain, the fear, the sickening satisfaction I derive from the dark look in his eyes when he drops me, before crouching down and forcing my face into the wet mud, should worry me, but my pulsing clit and soaking pussy speaks louder.
We like this.
We like this a fuck-lot.
“You want to be a dirty little girl?” he asks gruffly as I cry into the mud. “You should see your face now, covered in filth.”
His bruising grip on my nape and his cruel words shouldn’t lick such a delicious path over my skin, but I can’t help it.
I’m lost, sobbing as the rain bounces off the ground beside me.
A raindrop clings to his nose, and his hair lies plastered to his forehead. He stares down at me, knowing full well the effect his savage treatment has on my body.
Hauling me to my feet, he drags me to the truck. My cheek meets the hard surface with a smack, and then he’s on me, gripping me by my nape and sliding his cock through my ass crack while the rain hammers the rusty metal.
I feel him at my entrance, hard and throbbing, and my breath gets lodged in my throat when he sinks inside me.
“You have no idea how good you feel or how perfect you are,” he says with a grunt as he bottoms out.
His dick pulses against my inner walls, and I close my eyes. He feels so, so good. Every slide of his hard length rubs against my rippling core, and all else fades when he hits a magical spot. I’m no longer aware of the thunder overhead or the summer rain, nor his punishing grip on my neck or the sharp snaps of his hips against my ass.
Dominic knows how to fuck.
“You like to be railed on my hood in the pouring rain, don’t you, little sister? You like my big cock tearing through your cunt.”
I whimper, and his fingers twitch on my neck in response.
“You thought you could tease me in the truck, huh? A fun little game. But you see, this is what happens when you try to get one over on me. I will fuck you raw and leave you with cum dripping down your thighs.”
Pleasure blinds me. I cry out, struggling to catch my breath through the orgasm. My lips are slippery with rain as I moan his name. Moan it like it’s a holy prayer and he’s my god.
Dominic shudders, groaning deep in his chest, his hips stuttering as he comes deep inside me.
We stay like that, me bent over the hood and Dominic clinging to my back. He digs his fingers into my bruised hips, his harsh breaths tickling my ear as his heart thuds hard against me.
He pushes back then pulls me with him, enveloping me in his arms.
Cum slithers down my thighs, as promised. I cling to his T-shirt, feeling his heat through the thin fabric.
Dominic guides me back inside his truck and then rounds the vehicle. When he’s seated behind the steering wheel, he rolls up the window and turns to look at me. Overhead, the rain hammers on the roof. The sound is so loud that it’s almost deafening. I love everything about this moment.
I might even love him.
No—I squish that thought as soon as it enters my mind.
“Why do I feel like this around you?” he asks, lost in thought.
“Like what?”
His eyes scan my face, leaving nothing unseen. “Like I want to slaughter anyone who stands in my way of being with you.”
