“Fuck,” she cries, pulling at her restraints. Her hips leave the bed as pleasure races through her. Tightening my grip on her to keep her still, my fingers sink into her flesh deep enough to ensure she’ll find bruises tomorrow. She’ll have no choice but to remember this and who she belongs to.
“Cole,” she moans as I drop lower and circle her entrance, spearing my tongue inside her. Her muscles tighten, trying to pull me deeper. Greedy little bitch.
“Cole, please.”
“Please, what?” I ask against her, the vibration of my voice making her back arch.
“Please… make me come.”
“Make you or let you?”
“Either, both. Please… Cole.”
I up my pressure and speed as I push a finger inside her. She’s so hot and slick it makes my cock ache to be buried deep in her pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes, Cole,” she screams, but the second her body begins to convulse I remove all contact.
“W-what the fuck?” Her eyes fly open, her dark green orbs full of anger and frustration. “What the hell, Jagger?”
Pushing to my knees, my hands drop to my waistband. I pop the button on my pants and push both them and my boxer briefs down over my ass.
“Cole,” she moans, her eyes locked on my length. “She wasn’t lying,” she mutters quietly, taking in my piercing.
I take myself in hand and slowly move up and down as she watches.
“Now what do you want, preppy?”
“Y-you… inside me.”
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
I don’t respond. Instead I surge forward, finding her entrance and stretching her open in one move until she’s full of me. My head falls back as the sensation overwhelms me before I drop my chin and look deep into her eyes.
“Oh shit, fuck. Cole.” Her back arches as she pulls harshly at her bindings, trying to free herself.
“Pull as hard as you like. They won’t release you. You’re mine, Hadley. Mine to do with as I wish for as long as I wish.”
Chapter Eleven
Hadley
Cole pulls out of me before slamming back inside so hard I see stars. The piercing in the tip of his cock drags against my walls, making everything so much… more.
“Oh God...” I choke on the words as he rocks into me without mercy.
“Jesus, fuck, Hadley...” His fingers splay around my throat again as he glares down at me, nipping my lips before kissing me. Hard. Deep. The same way he fucks my body.
I’d forgotten how good this can feel, losing yourself to sensation, the feeling of skin on skin.
“You’re so fucking tight.” Cole grips one of my thighs, spreading me wider. It’s deeper, the tip of his cock bumping my cervix every time he slams inside me. It shouldn’t feel so good... but it does. It’s dirty and messy and exactly what I need to make me forget.
“Why do I want to ruin you so badly?” He murmurs the words against my lips, tonguing my mouth. I can taste myself on him, taste the liquor on his breath.
“Cole,” I cry, arching against him, desperate for him to reach that place deep inside me where everything will disappear.
My family.