eight
Crystal
“Don’t lie, Crystal,” Devlin rasps, his breath labored and his strong hips pinning me to the sink. “I know you want this. Your cunt’s as wet as a slut’s creampie.”
“I want this,” I whisper, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. I don’t want him to see my eyes when I say the words, not because he’ll know I’m lying, but because he’ll know I’m not. “I want you.”
I suck in a deep, shuddering breath, inhaling the smell of him until it makes me dizzy with lust. He grips the back of my head and buries his tongue in my open mouth, claiming it as thoroughly as he’s claimed the rest of my body. His tongue is as rough and dominant as his thrusts, demanding my surrender. A helpless whimper of pleasure escapes me, and I give in. I give in to what I know I wanted all along, what I knew would happen if I goaded him long enough. He fills me with what’s missing, with a feeling of rightness and completion, with pain and sweet relief. He blocks out everything else in the world. I want every part of that and more. And he gives it.
He wraps his arm around my waist and buries himself to the hilt inside me, his cock full and thick and hot as it burns into the soreness left from the last time. Every protest flies from my mind and my body takes over. My hands grip his head, pulling it to me violently until our teeth clash and our tongues battle. My knees give way as he lifts me onto the edge of the sink, grabbing my ass with both hands and driving deep enough to send an arrow of pain through me. I arch my back and open my knees wider, letting him fill me until I think I’ll split in two.
“Tell me what you want, Sugar,” he says through harsh, quick breaths. “Tell me how you like to be fucked.”
“Hard,” I whisper. “Punish me.”
His cock throbs inside me, and he bends his knees and then drives up with all his strength, plowing into me so hard my head smacks the mirror behind me. Devlin catches me, keeping an arm around my waist and bracing the other hand against the mirror. He buries himself in me over and over, pounding me until I’m gasping for mercy.
He yanks me off the sink, spins me around, and drives into me before I have time to catch my balance. I cry out in surprise and pain as my hips collide with the sink. Devlin yanks me back, letting me grab the edges of the sink before he begins thrusting into me again.
He pounds into me in a frantic, wild rhythm, and I know he can’t stop himself any more than I can stop him. I wanted this, and now I’m getting it. Devlin doesn’t do anything halfway, and he sure as hell doesn’t fuck halfway. He grabs a handful of my hair with one hand and my hip with the other, driving into me hard and fast until I can’t hold back.
“Now, Devlin,” I gasp out, trying to push back from the sink. “Pull out.”
“Never,” he growls, thrusting into me so powerfully I have to brace my hands on the mirror. He slams his hips against my ass, and a groan tears from his lips, his eyes falling closed and pure bliss erasing everything else from his expression as he cums. His fingers clench reflexively, cutting into my hip with bruising force, pulling me harder against him as if he can’t get close enough, as if we could crash together with such force that we combine to become one, a superstorm that nothing could survive. I watch him in the mirror, steam forming around my fingers, until the sight of his face lost in such pure pleasure pushes me too far. I cry out, my own climax spiraling through me in pulses of pure magic as Devlin sucks in a shuddering breath, throbbing inside me as he gives me every last drop of himself.
Neither of us moves for a long minute. At last, I open my eyes, and my gaze locks with his in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed, my lips swollen, my hair a wreck. But Devlin must see something else. The look in his eyes is the furthest thing from the one my brothers get when I’m a mess. Devlin looks like he’s ready to eat me alive.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Devlin says, his voice rough, almost accusatory. “I love watching you cum.”
I love watching him, too. I’ve seen the animal in his eyes, the one I unleash when we’re together. I’ve seen the boy who held me after, the one who was sweet and real. And now I’ve seen the pure, blissed-out oblivion I bring him, too.I wonder what demons Devlin Darling has to escape, what he’s using me to forget.
He draws away, pulling my dress down over my hips. He picks up my torn panties, balls them in his fist, and shoves them into the pocket of his blazer just as the door opens. Two girls I’ve seen before step into the bathroom, give us one look, and pause. One of them looks me up and down, my rumpled dress, wild hair, and smudged lipstick giving away exactly what we’ve been up to. Her lip curls in disgust, and she mutters something under her breath and turns around and walks out.
I swallow hard, wishing she couldn’t hurt or humiliate me so easily. I’ve never been called a slut because I’ve never been one. Now, apparently I’m the kind of girl who fucks guys in bathrooms. Guys I don’t even like. Guys who might have killed my brother.
The thought hits me so hard I can’t breathe. I haven’t thought about it once in the last ten minutes. And when it hits, it’s like finding out for the first time.
My stomach rebels, and I dash into one of the stalls, fall to my knees, and get sick. When I’m done, I stagger to my feet and turn to find Devlin still there. I expected him to bolt at the sight of a girl puking. Instead, he frowns down at me with those damn, inscrutable eyes.
“What?” I snap, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“What was that about?” he asks.
“Like you’d care,” I say, moving to the sink and turning on the water. I clean my face and rinse my mouth, ignoring Devlin. When I turn back, he’s still there, looming over me like a bodyguard.
“I might,” he says, watching me warily. “Has that been happening a lot?”
“What?”
“You’re not pregnant, are you?”
“Fuck you, Devlin,” I say, tossing a handful of paper towels into the trash. “It has nothing to do with you.”
“Are you sure about that?” he asks, following me out of the bathroom.
“I’m sure,” I snap. “Now leave me alone.”
“Where are you going?”