Page 84 of I’m The Worst

Everything tilts for half a second.

“Wolff?” she whispers.

I turn toward her, ready to tell her to shut the fuck up, to give me one goddamn second to think⁠—

But I never get the words out.

Her body slams into mine like a fucking missile. Her hands are everywhere, clawing at my neck, fisting my hair, pulling me closer like she’ll die if she doesn’t touch me.

My body locks—waiting for it—the instinct to tear away…

What the fuck.

I groan at the feel of her instead, grabbing her small waist with both hands—my palms nearly wrapping all the way around her—and yank her over the center console, slamming her back against the steering wheel. Her legs straddle me, nails scraping down my chest, hips already grinding against my cock.

My head is spinning. Blood pools beneath me on the seat, sticky and warm against my thigh. The gunshot wound in my side burns like fire with every slight movement, but the pain only makes my need for her more overwhelming.

“I need you, Wolff. Please,” she pants, tears streaking her bloodstained face.

That feral look in her eyes is the same one she had when she begged me to rape her. The memory should make me pull away.

But I can’t.

I’m too fucked in the head.

I yank her shirt off, exposing her small tits. She’s already lifting her hips, shoving her jeans and panties down just enough. I don’t wait. I grip my cock, line it up, and pull her down hard, impaling her on my thick length.

She cries out, head falling back, hair spilling everywhere. My hands look massive wrapped around her small waist as I drag her down onto me again and again, forcing her to take every inch.

She’s so fucking tight. So wet. So broken.

I thrust up into her from below, each severe movement sending fresh pain ripping through my side and shoulder, but I don’t care. I need this. I need to fuck the terror out of both of us. I need to feel her fall apart on my cock while the world outside is still trying to kill us.

Her tears keep falling, mixing with the blood on her cheeks as she rides me, whimpering and gasping every time I slam her down harder. She takes everything I give her. I grab her ass, spreading her wider, grinding her clit against me, already on the edge when she whimpers.

“Fuck…solnyshko.”

I feel everything—her heat, her tears, the slick slide of her body on mine, the way she’s crumbling with pleasure while we’re both still covered in other people’s blood.

“Wolff…I’m⁠—”

“Shut the fuck up and come for me.” I piston into her with everything I have left.

She cries out, her pussy clamping down around me as she comes. I keep fucking her through it, chasing my own release, chasing the pain that feels so fucking good.

At the last second, I pull out, gripping my cock and stroking fast. Thick ropes of cum spill across her stomach and tits, painting her skin. I drag my bloody palm down her stomach, mixing it deliberately into her skin. The sight of her covered in my cum and blood makes me want to fuck her all over again.

But my body is giving out.

The adrenaline is fading, pain crashing over me like a wave. She slumps against me, breathing ragged, her hands sliding off my shoulders.

We don’t speak.

I don’t even know what the fuck just happened.

I just know I’m bleeding out, and I need to fix it before we both die in this truck.

His chest is hard beneath my cheek, his heartbeat thudding fast against my ear. My body is still pulsing with aftershocks, warm and sticky where he came on me.