Page 101 of Hide From Me

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Page 101 of Hide From Me

“You need to forget about any of that. You don’t need whatever they offer.”

I sucked in the air and closed my eyes at the feel of him pushing through my already wet core and then stopping.

“Be a good girl and tell me you will let it all go. You will let me protect you.”

His feet pushed my feet wider.

“But, Cas, I want to know what my mother was lying to me about.”

He grabbed one of my arms, the one that I was trying to reach for him with, trying to what? I wasn’t even sure. He pinned my hand to the bed.

As he leaned over me, his thickness pushed in further, spreading me a little more.

“Be a good girl and do as I ask, and I’ll give you what I can tell you’re craving.”

I betrayed myself with the whimper of need I couldn’t hide.

He wasn’t wrong, but I wanted to know my story. I wanted to know why my mom left me. I wanted to know why she lied to me. I wanted to know who I was.

His lips were right along the ridge of my ear.

“Rylee, I can tell you’re over thinking. I will keep you safe. Always. Promise me you’ll do as I ask and pretend like the last twenty-four hours never happened.”

The moan that came with him giving me more of his cock was the betrayal of my body, but I couldn’t take it back. I didn’t want to answer that I was just going to roll over for him.

“Rylee,” he said on a long, hard thrust.

My breasts rubbed against the sheets with the force.

“Fine. I’ll try.”

He slammed back into me.

“Try, blossom?”

I hated the chill in the air as he pulled back, leaving too much space between us.

“Fine. You’re an asshole.”

He slammed back into me.

“No, this is an asshole.”

His thumb pressed against the tight muscle of my ass, and I squealed. He didn’t do anything else, but the pressure, the reminder of who was in control and how much I was willing to do, the things I wanted him to do, was enough to have me coming on his next thrust.

My pussy clamped down and pulsed around him as he gave me everything I craved and the promise of everything I could have if I just let go of my past.

“Cas, yes. Whatever you want,” I cried out as his pace grew punishing.

“Rylee, you're mine to protect.” He slammed into me.

“You’re mine to love.” He slammed into me again.

“Tell me you’re mine, little blossom.” He slammed into me again and I saw stars.

“Yes. Yours,” was all I could manage.

“Good girl,” he said and slammed into me again and again.




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