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He lined himself up at Carly’s entrance and gripped her hips, the thought of being inside of her again the only thing he could think about.

Chapter 20

Carly Harris

She heard the zip of his pants and anticipation filled her. And when he pressed his cock at her entrance . . . a thrill so deep ripped through her that she thought she might have groaned on the spot. She remembered how it felt the last time they had sex. It was mind-blowing. She had never had anything like it. And now that it was going to happen again . . .

Sweet Jesus, good Lord, help her.

This should feel wrong, with the audience that they had and the circumstances that they were under. And yet, she felt so turned on.

This wasn’t how she thought this was going to go. This wasn’t how she thought their next union would begin and end, but now that she was in the moment, she couldn’t imagine it any other way. Maybe that made her sick. Maybe that made her twisted. She didn’t fucking care.

She had seen his dark side. She thought she’d bear witness to her own fear, but instead, she was crippled with lust. What did that make her?

Now that his dark side had come out to play, she was matching it with her own. A dark side that she didn’t fully understand until now. And now that it was revealed, she felt like there was nothing standing between them. And how sweet that tasted. How wonderful it felt.

God, she wanted this. She needed this. As sick as it sounded, this was exactly what they both needed. A connection in the most fucked up situation. Their layers peeled back to reveal exactly what they were: Monsters.

Seeing this side of him only made her want him more. It couldn’t be normal for someone so plain, such as herself, to want someone like him so badly. And though she had yet to tell him that she loved him. Even more than she had before they arrived back here.

She had thought for sure that he was on a drive to go kill himself and that she’d have to stop him from doing so. She never considered that she’d witness this. This, the torture, the will to protect her at all costs . . . well, it was just not what she expected. She should have. He was Landon Creed. Everything about him was unusual. Out of the ordinary. Completely dark and completely sexy, even if he was ripping off someone’s lips and their blood oozed into his clothes.

His hands gripped her thighs as he slowly pushed inside, inch by inch, stretching her to accommodate his size. Her walls stretched and stretched, and his piercing scraped deliciously inside her. She moaned and gripped the table to keep herself from pushing him further inside. She shut her eyes, enjoying the feeling, the pain, and the pleasure.

“Eyes open, sweetheart,” he growled in warning.

Slowly, she opened them. Her eyes landed on Kata, who looked at them wide-eyed, fear and jealousy stretched between the stress lines around them. Her skin was pale due to the blood loss, lacking color, and rosy cheeks that were frost-bitten from the elements. It thrilled Carly. It was the ultimate torture because Landon was right. One person knowing about their bond was dangerous. She would do whatever she needed in order to keep what they had a secret and their bond safe. Not only could someone destroy their bond, but they could kill them both. All it took was one phone call. One letter. One word uttered to the wrong person.

“I want you to cum around my cock before we begin,” Landon said.

She almost whimpered in displeasure until he reached around her hips. His fingers found her clit immediately, and he began to rub tight circles around it. Flick, circle, flick, circle.

He pinched and then groaned when she clenched around him. The skill of his fingers was almost too much for her that she couldn’t help but tighten around his cock. It didn’t take long for her legs to begin to shake and quiver, her body begging for release. What his fingers were doing to her was skilled, centuries of perfection. He knew her own body better than she did.

She moaned and gripped the table until her knuckles were white, and then she came all around him.

“That’s a good girl,” he said between his clenched teeth. “Show Kata what she can’t have.”

He began to move slowly in and out of her, teasing her sensitive places with lazy strokes. He murmured sweet praises, all things that added to her arousal. From all the time they’d been together, he’d never talked to her like this. Talked to her like she was his only girl. Talked to her like she was his lifeline.

When she began to wiggle against his cock, he picked up his tempo. The slowness wasn’t enough for her. She wanted more. She wanted pain. He obeyed and moved faster without telling her a word, without telling her to submit like she thought he might.

Soon, he was slamming into her, stretching her further. Her moans were deep and animalistic. It took everything she had to keep the table from moving across the floor. And when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he pulled out. She almost protested. But before a word could be pushed from her lips, she was flipped over and lifted up onto the table with ease.

With his eyes between her thighs, he slammed back into her. She tipped her head back for a moment, loving the feeling of being filled again. Her hair tickled her elbows, and the breeze pushing through the door wrapped around her peaked nipples.

God, he felt good. Everything about him was lust in pure form. His appearance, his smell, his confidence. He was like a drug, and she just couldn’t get enough.

His hands slid up past her thick thighs and over her shapely hips, and then he began pounding into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist to keep herself from scooting backward.

With her head still tipped back, his body pressed forward until his lips found her neck. He kissed a tender spot first, and then his teeth sunk into it. She cried out and then moaned. The pain added to every pleasure she felt through her body, and his fingers digging into her flesh only set as a reminder that she was in the moment, that she was here and they were fucking, and he was staking a claim on her in front of their possible enemy. She was his even if he didn’t know it yet.

His lips move to the other side of her neck, and he bit down there too, sucking her blood until he moved to the swell of her breast and left his mark there as well.

The old rickety table was creaking and moaning beneath the force of their fucking. Dirty plates crashed to the floor and shattered into many pieces, but she didn’t care. The only sounds in the cabin besides those were the slapping of skin against skin, Carly’s moans, and Kata’s whimpers.

“Do you like this, Carly?” Landon asks. “Do you like to be fucked when someone is dying next to you?”