I aim and attempt to shoot, but Brandon immediately leans away as I pull the trigger. The bullet ricochets off the car bumper, and I growl out loud in frustration. We fight over the gun, and he knocks it from my hand, shoving me to the ground again. The gun flies off a few feet ahead, landing on the dusty soil right next to a prickly, dead bush. Too far for me to reach.
“You just had to go and do that again,” Brandon growls, holding me down. “Don’t you ever fucking learn? You can’t win this. You know I’m right.”
I don’t care if he’s right. I won’t give up. I can’t. For my brothers’ sake. For my own sanity.
Because the more time I spend with him, the more the line between what’s right and wrong begins to blur.
“And just when I thought we were getting along better,” he says with a snort. “Maybe you’re a hard learner.” He grips my body and turns me over underneath him. I’m helpless to fight him as he pulls my wrists together onto my back and tears off his tie, wrapping it around my wrists.
“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you a thing or two,” he whispers into my ears. “I’m not gonna let you go until you have what you came for …” he adds. “Me.”
“Like you’d give me your head,” I reply.
“No, my cock will have to do,” he says, and I can hear him grin. “Because that’s what you want, right? You’ve been yearning for it for so long now, always eyeing me whenever you can, wanting every woman to stay away from me as if you already own me …”
“Ridiculous,” I reply, but as his hand slides down my body, I completely forget what I was about to say.
He undoes the button on my pants and rips down my zipper.
“What are you doing?” I ask, trying to tell myself not to enjoy any of it.
“Giving you what you want … what you deserve,” he says, pulling down my pants.
Before I know it, my panties are gone too. I squeal, but he covers my mouth with his hand and whispers into my ear, “Let me give it to you then.”
His fingers dive between my legs. When his fingers thrum on my pussy, I writhe under his touch. Fuck this body as it’s betraying me right this very second. I can feel myself getting more excited, wetness spreading through my folds as he fingers me expertly. And fuck me … I’m actually starting to like it.
But I can’t. He’s a monster. The devil himself.
Yet I’m giving in like some willing victim.
“Wait,” I mumble, but I don’t even know what I’m going to say or why I want him to wait.
Part of me wants to bite him … and another part of me wants to gleefully give in to the pleasure.
Ugh. Why am I so conflicted?
“See, you enjoy me claiming this pussy …” he whispers into my ear with that dark voice of his. “You’re practically begging me to.”
My face is on the ground, and dry dust enters my nostrils as I try to breathe in deep. He’s on top of me, nudging my legs apart. A zipper is ripped open. My heart palpitates.
“You wanted me to give it to you, so now you’ll have it,” he says. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”
His hard-on presses against my outer thigh.
Pushing between my legs, he enters me from behind, bombarding my senses.
“Fuck … I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he says with a guttural groan, one that makes my pussy thump. Fuck him and the fucking filthy way he turns me on. He’s a dirtbag for fucking me in the dark outback. I should scold him and curse him.
Instead, I’m lying here facedown in the soil while he thrusts in deep. And I actually want it.
I gasp, accepting his full length as if I was meant to do it all along.
He’s thick and huge and overpowering as he starts thrusting in and out, slowly at first, as if he wants to toy not just with my body but with my mind too.
He slides aside my hair and licks the rim of my ear. “Did you dream about me fucking you like this, Dixie? Back when we were young?” he whispers.
“I wished you dead,” I hiss back.
It’s not a lie. I really did.
But I also had many fantasies before he turned them into fire.
“I can smell your desire, Dixie. You can’t hide it from me.” With a finger, he circles my wet clit while slamming into me too, causing a barrage of sensations I can barely deal with.
“You can pretend you don’t like it, but we both know the truth,” he growls, making my eyes roll into the back of my head. “Just like you pretend you didn’t love that pie I bought for you, or how I made you come right in front of me, or how you saw me jerk off in the shower. You’re only lying to yourself, but you can’t fool me.”
He thrusts harder and faster with each passing second, and my pussy is only getting wetter. I hate that I love it so much. Even when he grabs my ass and slaps it a few times as though he owns my body, I mewl in delight.
Fuck. Me.
“I’ll fuck the sense into you, Dixie,” he growls. “I’ll fuck you until you finally see what you’re doing. Until you finally own up to your piece of the misery that’s us.”
“I won’t,” I hiss with the little amount of breath I have.
“Yes. You. Will.” He rams in hard with each word, burying himself to the base, causing me to moan out loud. “And you will answer for your crime.”
“I didn’t do shit!” I yell as he thrusts into me with full force.
“Another lie.” He starts rubbing my clit. “But I’ll fuck them all out of you.”
His fingers play with me so expertly, I’m having trouble breathing. My legs quiver as he circles my clit and touches all the good spots inside me. He knows just how to hit it to make me go mad, and I fucking hate it.
I hate how much I love it, and I hate how much he makes me wanna beg to come.
“I should’ve done this when we were younger. Maybe then you wouldn’t have betrayed me,” he growls.
“Fuck no, I would’ve never let you,” I reply. In his fucking dreams.
“You sure are letting me now,” he retorts, slapping my ass, making me jolt. “You want this to stop? Better come fast because I don’t intend to quit until you do.”