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That cruel smile of his appears on his face. “Even though you know I won’t ever love you again like I did before?”
“You’re lying, Ry.” I lift my head and brush my lips ever so gently against his. “You will always love me.”
The smile disappears in an instant and Rhys grabs me by my waist, pulling me underneath him. “Oh, you’re so callow, Pi! Never confuse sex and love. They’re two completely different things, one of which I am incapable of ever achieving.”
Before I can reply, he flips me over and crushes his body into mine. His warm hand travels up my thigh and I can barely breathe when he shoves himself inside of me from behind.
“You’re just a tight hole for me to fill with my cock, Pike. Is that what love sounds like to you?” His lips are against my cheek and he thrusts again, filling me all the way until I’m completely, utterly breathless.
He slips his left arm around me so that he can grip my throat tightly. “Fucking hell, Pi. You feel so bloody good.”
My mouth falls open as he squeezes my throat and thrusts again. I can’t move or speak and I can barely breathe.
Hot tears strain at the corners of my eyes as he starts moving faster inside of me. I need to breathe. My throat closes up and my eyes flutter. I’m gasping for air, but at the same time, I’m turned on by the way Rhys handles me so roughly. It’s wild and animalistic. Raw and real.This is what I want. This is what I crave in my nightmares.
We’re nothing but two souls connected in the darkness. Rhys fucks me harder, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back as his thick cock tortures me.
“That’s my good girl, Rabbit. You take my big cock in your tight cunt so well, Pike,” he says huskily into my ear.
In and out. He rolls his hips, grinding inside of me as he fucks my tight arsehole. I come before him, choking as I try to scream his name, but his grip on my throat only allows me to whine like an injured creature instead. I know he must enjoy that sound. It probably gets him off.
My heart pounds against my breastbone as Rhys thrusts once more, sinking himself deep inside of me, before I feel him tremble around me. His hot cum shoots inside, filling my hole with everything he has to give me.
He releases a low, guttural groan before he finally releases my throat and pulls his cock out of me.
“Is that what love is to you?” Rhys grabs my thigh and twists me around so that I can see the murderous glare etched in his beautiful, scarred features. “If you think I could ever love you, you’re wrong Pi.”
The tears that I’d been holding back spill down my cheeks even though I try to hold them in. When it comes to him, I find myself completely surrendered. I cannot hide anything from him, not even my emotions.
He runs a finger down my navel.”Your father would have a heart attack if he knew how I was corrupting his little princess. If only he knew.”
“Why do you hate me?” I ask, my throat raw from being choked.
I don’t even anticipate it, but Rhys slaps me against my right cheek and tilts his head slightly, before bringing his lips closer to mine.
“Why not, Pi? I want you to feel my pain too. So, why not?” He grabs my jaw and kisses me then, sucking my lower lip into his mouth.
I reach up to touch his face, but he grabs both of my wrists and holds them down. He bites my lips and I feel a slight sting. The familiar metallic taste of blood floods my mouth and I swallow. Our tongues clash and battle against each other, but just as soon as our kiss begins, Rhys pulls away and gets off of me.
I watch as his tongue darts out so that he can lick the last drop of dark blood staining his full lips.
“I look forward to fucking you again, Rabbit.”
Without another word, he disappears through the veil that he’d come through just a little while ago.
16
PIKE: CHAPTER XVI
Now
“How are your classes?”
I’m sitting across from my father at the dinner table, moving chunks of my Sirloin steak around my plate with a fork. I can’t remember when was the last time I actually felt hungry. Nevertheless, I stuff a piece of meat into my mouth and chew. It takes every bit of effort I have to swallow it down and keep it down. Part of me feels dead inside when I do these mundane tasks. Sometimes I don’t feel things. A normal person feels, but I am numb and dead and silent inside. Sometimes, I just want to run out into the woods behind Whitlock Manor and lie in a bed of cold, dying moss, starving myself to death. Ending things sounds like a good idea sometimes.
I can feel his eyes on me. He always watches me when he gets the chance. Those cold beady eyes unnerve me. Ever since my brother showed up though, our usual order of things has been disrupted.
Father prefers things to be done in a certain way and when it’s not done in the way he wants, he can get angry very fast.
