Without holding back, he plunges into my pussy and buries himself to the base. My jaw drops and a tiny squeak rolls off my tongue at the feel of him inside me. I’m still getting used to the size of him as he begins to thrust. With an animal-like gaze, he looks me directly in the eye, wanting me to know I’m his. Like I have no say in it. Like I’ve lost my heart to him a long time ago.
Fuck. I can’t, but I can’t stop wanting him to bang me even harder too.
My feet clamp around his legs, and my breasts bounce up and down. They draw his attention, and he plays with my nipples, tugging them, twisting them, making me squeal.
“I fucking love those sounds you make,” he says, and he groans in excitement.
Every time he says something, my heart feels as though it’s about to jump out of my chest. Like I wanna wrap my arms around him and never let go. But I still hate him. I should.
“Gonna come again for me, pretty girl?” he asks. Thrusting hard and fast, he pushes my head to almost bump into the wall.
I love it when he calls me that. It’s a better name than cupcake, that’s for sure.
“Say that again,” I say, licking my lips. “And maybe I will.”
“What … are you purring for me now?” He wraps his fingers around my throat, but this time I’m not even scared. I don’t know why. It’s just something in his eyes. Something’s changed. I don’t think he’ll kill me anymore. He wants to control me … and fuck me into complete ruin.
“Are you my pretty girl?” His voice is dark, laced with a deep, dark intent.
I know I shouldn’t say yes.
I really shouldn’t.
Not to a man like him.
But that’s just it. All this time, I’ve been doing everything I shouldn’t, and everything I wanted so desperately.
“Yes,” I whisper.
A fire lights in his eyes, one that even sets my soul ablaze just by looking at him. And he bangs me even harder than before, tightening the grip around my neck until I can barely breathe.
At that moment, I find bliss.
All the madness fades away and leaves only euphoria in its wake.
A sliver of peace in my unruly mind.
His hands slide down my chest, releasing the pent-up pressure, and I take in my first breath of oxygen like a newborn. I feel renewed … practically reborn. Our eyes fixed on each other in a fight for control. But I already know I’m not the winner. He is.
He grabs my back and pulls me into his embrace, pressing his lips on mine and forcing me to forget the pain and suffering and only focus on the here and now. Each thrust is another one that expunges the memories of our past and forges new ones. Delicious ones. Memories that I don’t want to be just that … memories.
I want them to last.
Fuck.
He’s really gotten to me.
I’m head over heels in deep.
To the point where I can’t take my eyes off him as he goes faster and faster, banging me like the sun won’t be here tomorrow and we’re the last people left on the goddamn planet.
It doesn’t even matter that we’re in a dreary, crummy shed, or that we’re banging on my greasy, unkempt workbench right behind my dad’s house. Nothing matters right now except this … Him … Us …
Fucking each other into oblivion.
The look in his eyes is all consuming. Addictive. I can’t get enough. Can’t fucking look away as I’m about to climax from his thrusts alone.
“Yes, come for me. I wanna see you fall apart,” he groans, holding my legs tight.
My lips part, and a moan escapes. The orgasm overcomes me, cascading out of my body like a damn waterfall. Brandon captures me in his grasp, holding me close to kiss me. Right then, he releases himself inside me. His cock swells, veins pulsing, and his warmth spreads everywhere. He grunts inside my mouth as his seed fills me up to the brim.
When we’re satiated, he pulls out slowly, and my pussy feels wetter than ever before.
I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked this good.
Especially not by the one person who’s supposed to be my number one goddamn enemy.
Guess I’m really screwed.
*
Brandon
I kiss her a final time, our lips lingering on each other as if they don’t wanna let go. Neither do I, but I know she’ll start the fight again soon. She can’t help it. It’s in her blood, coursing through her veins … the need for justice. And I’m the one who keeps her from that goal.
If only she’d run away with me when I asked her to after the bonfire. If she’d come with me, none of this would’ve happened. The farmhouse wouldn’t have burned down, and my papa would still be alive … and so would her brothers.
I swallow and exhale. “Dixie …”
“Shh …” She puts a finger on my lips. “Don’t talk. It’ll ruin everything.”
I smile. She’s right. It does. It always has.
But I can’t help but want to know the answers to the questions burning in my mind. The what-ifs.
She obviously likes me. A little too much if you ask her.
She hates it—I can tell from the look in her eyes—but she can’t stop herself from wanting me anymore either.
It’s how it’s supposed to be, how it always should’ve been.
We were both denying what was right in front of us the entire time.
Even when we were younger, she kept on trying to pull away from me. Like a moth to a flame, she keeps burning her wings when she’s close to me. Maybe that’s why she broke up with me. I hold her back from achieving what she really wants. Complete freedom from everyone around her.
But then why did she cling to this farm? Or to her dad, even knowing he hates everything alive?
He doesn’t deserve her presence. She should’ve been with me from the start.
“Why didn’t you come with me?” I blurt out.
I can’t help myself. I have to know.
Her face darkens, her lips drawing together as she deciphers my words. “You mean after the bonfire? I couldn’t …”
“Yeah, you said that,” I say, zipping up again. “But you were just scared, weren’t you?”
“No. You still don’t understand, do you?” She scoffs, shaking her head. “You were unstoppable. People were looking for you. Of course, you wanted to leave.” She unwraps her arms from around my neck. “But I needed to stay with my dad. My brothers … my family. They needed me.” She pulls up her panties and dresses herself again.