“You gonna cry, baby?” he mutters, watching me with delight. He must be used to weak women. I may not be too strong, but one thing I’m not is weak. And if I were, I’d never let a man like this see it. He needs a mate that can match him, and I’m determined to be that one for him.
“No, I want it harder.”
His eyes widen as his eyebrows raise, surprised at my admission. “Harder?” He must not be used to hearing that request.
“Yes, harder, Nightmare. Make me feel you.”
“Oh, you’ll feel it all right.” It’s muttered darkly as his body slams into mine, the breath nearly leaving my lungs as he sinks into me fully. There’s hasn’t been a man like him before, and it has me spinning. He’s purely sinful, everything I crave and desire, yet everything I shouldn’t have, everything that’s bad for me.
Nightmare calls to my dark side, I want to drink a little more, take another pill, and fuck even harder. He could be my destruction, yet it’s the first time he’s been this close to me—the first time I’ve felt him.
He bounces his hips again, thighs with thick muscles, built like some sort of Greek god. His cock drives through my core, taking its pleasure and giving me mine in return. He’s so deep that his dick hits the perfect spot. One more caress and his cock has me grinding into him, seeking more.
“More, please, right there!” I call, my eyes clamping shut as the sensations begin to make me see bright colors behind my eyelids. “Ohmygod more, just fuck me, already!”
The words flip a switch; he drops my wrists, his free hand coming to my throat. One harsh squeeze, cutting off my breath has me coming, a scream fighting to break free as he pounds into me. It must be the tipping point for him too, as he stares at me full of fury, pumping into me over and over, so quickly that my head hits the brick. It hurts, but each sample of pain only heightens my pleasure he so easily supplies me with.
Gasping, my mouth falls open as dizziness starts to cloud my vision. His forehead is against mine, his mouth taking my own with a vengeance as his cock bursts inside my core. His cum is hot and thick, each splash warming my center in a blissful assault, and all I can think of is how I want more.
I want all of it, everything he’ll give me. I want him.
“Fuck, you’re sexy when your cheeks redden like that,” Nightmare mutters, and it brings me out of the memory, of the first time he had me. The first time I had a piece of him. It was the night he possessed my body and my soul. I knew he owned me.
“Ummm,” I reply, blinking quickly, trying to clear the thoughts away.
“You okay, Bethany?” Princess interrupts, garnering my attention.
“Yeah, just a little…dizzy.” Sighing, I gulp some of the Sprite down.
This is why I can’t drink around Nightmare. He doesn’t even have to touch me; the memories alone could make me self-destruct.
I’m a daydreamer
and a night thinker.
My knuckles brush her flushed cheek, and her breath catches. She’s so fucking beautiful. I was stupid to let her slip through my fingers the last time we were together. Each time I’m around her, I see more and more what I’ve been missing out on.
Had I never been attacked, I’d like to think things would’ve turned out differently. She was so fuckin’ crazy back then, too. Just plain wild; I would’ve loved taming her. I doubt there would’ve been any dull moments between the two of us.
“Please?” she mumbles as her head turns to the side away from my touch. Almost as if it hurts her each time I do it. I don’t know why she’s being like this, so stubborn. I’ll break through her barrier; I just need a little more time with her relaxed like this.
“Dollface?” I stare down at her, wanting to place her cheeks in my palms and own her lips.
“Just stop touching her already!” Princess interrupts, about to take a step forward when Viking catches her arm, holding her in place.
Flashing an irritated glare in his direction, one he’s easily able to read, I remain quiet. He needs to keep his bitch in check. I’m getting real tired of her attitude toward me when I’ve done nothing but be respectful toward her since day one. She has no reason to treat me the way she does, and I’ve kept my mouth shut, but enough is enough.
I don’t want to disrespect my Prez or his ol’ lady, but if she doesn’t butt the fuck out, I will say something. It’ll get ugly, but me and Vike have been cool for a long time. He'll at least hear me out before he tries to break my neck.
“Cinderella,” he warns gruffly at my glower and pulls her closer to him. He whispers something into her hair behind her ear that we can’t hear. Whatever it is, she doesn’t like it, but her trap stays closed, and, for that, I’m grateful.
“Come here, B, do a shot with me.” My hand grasps the tips of her fingers to tug her toward me a little more.
“I can’t.” Her head shakes, her eyes sad.
“Fuck this shit.” Princess steps forward, furious, not heeding Viking’s warning any longer. “Here’s an idea, Nightmare. Don't fucking touch her anymore! Can’t you get the message? You didn’t want her when she was pregnant with your kid; why the fuck should you have her now? You’re a real piece of shit, you know that? All this time I’ve kept my mouth shut out of respect for Viking and Bethany, but I’m done. You deserve to at least get one ass chewing from us. What kind of motherfucker deserts his own kid? You shouldn’t even be anywhere near her, you piece of shit! You’re lucky I didn’t slit your throat myself,” she spits out angrily, staring me down like I’m worse than the scum on the bottom of toilet.
Her words begin to register, and my stomach turns. I feel sick like I could puke. My first thought is that it can’t be true. I can’t have kids; the doc told me a long time ago that my guys were slow swimmers. I guess it doesn’t mean I couldn’t have kids for the rest of my life, but at the time, he told me not to be too concerned about getting anyone pregnant.