Page 41 of Madness & Mayhem
“Move,” he growls, his hand going to my hip. He grips me tightly, and I can feel his fingers as they begin to bruise my skin. A moan slips past my lips, and I press my palms against his abdomen as I start working against his body. I shove myself up, feeling my soaking walls grip him tightly, holding him in a vise grip. I squeeze, and he twitches inside of me, growing impossibly harder.
I roll my hips again, lifting my hands and dropping them against his mask. He growls at me, and my fingers trace the blood, the scratches, the little surface injuries. The pads of my fingers slide across each shred in the surface, feeling the roughness scrape against my soft skin.
His other hand falls to the other side of my hip, and he lifts me, moving me as he wants, taking control. I shift my hips, slowing down slightly, attempting to take back some control. He leans forward, his hand going to my shoulder. He pushes down, keeping me in place as our masks knock together.
“You think you have all the power, baby Lake? Let me tell you something.” He moves us together, until our masks completely collide, where our lips would be touching if our masks weren’t between us. “You have no control. I have it all. Every piece. Every inch. Every breath you take, it’s mine. It’s all fucking mine,” he growls.
Before I can even react, he grabs onto my hips, lifting me off of him and spinning me around. My knees slam against the wooden floor. The heat of his body curls around mine, his finger slamming against my clit. He rubs meticulously as he slides his cock back inside me.
I let out a moan, my spine rippling with tension as I feel him bury himself deep. He rolls his hips, curling his fingers around the back of my neck, the other on my hips, keeping my ass in the air.
He pulls out before shoving back in quickly, aggressively, until I can hear the slap of our skin connecting.
And again.
And again.
And again.
He picks up his pace, until my body creates a wave with each thrust, the gravity overwhelming from his aggressive thrusts.
A scream breaks from my lips, and I can’t help the pleasure and pain-filled cries as he demolishes me, commands me, manipulates me exactly as he wants me.
I can feel the heat build in my lower belly again, warming my blood even as goosebumps break out along my body. This orgasm will be vicious, ripping through me so violently I almost wonder if I’ll faint. My fingers curl against the floor, my nails scraping against the aged wood.
“This pussy is mine, Lakyn. You realize that? Not anyone else’s. Never has been, never will be. It’s mine.”
I nod my head, my forehead knocking against the floor.
“Tell me, Lakyn,” he commands.
“My pussy is yours, Reign. It’s always been yours.”
His grip tightens against my skin, bruising me as he lets out a growl. “Mine, baby Lake. Mine,” he snarls. His panting quickens, until he’s groaning above me.
“Now make that fucking pussy come all over my cock.”
I do as he commands, the walls of my pussy fluttering as I come. He follows suit, his cock twitching violently as he empties himself inside of me.
His body curls over mine, holding me tightly for a moment before he stands, taking me with him. I’m limp in his arms as he walks to the couch. He sits down, keeping me in his arms as he holds me tightly. Curling my head up toward his, I watch as he shoves his mask over his face, and I stare at his dark eyes.
“You bought me a mask,” I whisper, shoving my own over my face.
“I did,” he rasps.
My lips purse. “What does that mean? Can we go after that girl?” I plead, my hand curling above his pec as excitement fills me.
He tilts his head to the side slightly. “You aren’t doing anything alone, Lakyn. It’ll be the both of us, so don’t think I’m opening up the door and going to let you just go wild.”
“Well, when can we go?” I’m eager, my blood thrumming through my veins with the need to get back at them, at every single one of them.
They put me in hiding. Their loud mouths and constant gossip.
This girl,Braylin, whoever the hell she is, shouldn’t be sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.
Most of all my business.
He shoves me off him, depositing me next to him on the couch. His hands grip my wrists, my hands pinned above my head as he glares down at me. “Never if you keep acting like a fucking rabid dog. Quit thinking this will be a slap in the face, it’s nothing of the sort.”