“Bell,” Scar's voice is stern and all VP. I cut him off, surprisingly Bell stops moving.
“Leave him. Don’t tease the animal if you can’t take the attack.” When my words are out his hands move to the outside of my ribs as he leans over me.
“Are you sure?” His teeth are clenched, and I know he is struggling to control himself.
“Yes sir.”
I should have known those words would break him. Maybe I did—subconsciously—and he slams into me with the full force of a Mack truck.
My fingers dig into the blanket, and the scream that rips from my throat sounds like something from a horror film. Much to my dismay Bell doesn’t slow down.
I can’t be mad; I did ask for this but holy hell what was I thinking!
It’s not long before the pain turns into pleasure and my shrieks into moans but JFC those few minutes might as well have been hours.
My poor vagina.
Bell leans over me and puts one of his hands around my throat, pressing down in the beautifully placed spot below my jaw that makes stars dance in my eyes and my body jump off the orgasm cliff without a second thought.
When I scream this time, it’s his name and no one would suggest I am being murdered.
“Of course, you like pain with your pleasure, just look at the men you followed into this room.”
He turns my head to look at Scar and Pyro, both wearing looks of awe and amazement—probably at the fact that I haven’t tapped out yet.
I am not a quitter and I wanted this. I wonder how often Bell gets to let loose like this, how many women he has met that can take it all and not beg him to stop.
“You provoked me on purpose didn’t you, little devil?” I couldn’t do anything more than nod my head, and I did vigorously.
Why I was answering him is beyond me.
“You wanted something to think about while away at school, didn’t you?” I whine because I don't want to admit that to him.
I have no desire to hurt their feelings by telling them that I had hoped they would hurt me a little to prove to myself that I didn't want to be here.
“Answer me,” his hand on my throat tightens and I see Pyro start to come in our direction before I stop him with a look.
I don’t know how Bell expects me to talk when his dick is in my lungs and his hand cuts off my airway, but I try anyway.
“Yes,” I croak, and he lets my throat go just a little.
“You did this so that you would know exactly what kind of monsters you are trying to get away from, didn’t you?”
Surprisingly Scar is the one that looks the most hurt, he has been holding my gaze but when I answer Bell, Scar looks at the ground and moves one of his hands across the back of his neck.
I should have known that Bell would figure it out and that it would hurt Scar. He made it clear in the bar that he didn’t like that I was making excuses, but I didn’t think that any of them would want to talk during this adventure, least of all, Bell.
“Yes,” tears roll down my face as he brutally pounds behind me but I moan at the pleasure it brings me.
“The problem with that, little devil, is, you are a monster too.” He bites down on my shoulder, hard, and I scream as I come again, quickly followed by him howling his release behind me.
He pulls out of me and collapses onto the bed to my right, after a breath, he pulls me into his side and I put my head on his chest, “You know better than to think I am going to let you go after that.”
I don’t say anything.
After my breathing is normal, I run my hand over the spot that he bit, not surprised at all when my hand comes back bloody.
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