Page 39 of False Idols

I bite my lip. I should say yes. I know that’s the right answer, but the words are stuck in my throat. I lick my lips and I can still taste him on my tongue. I want this. We both do, but still. I do what I’m supposed to do because I’m a good girl.

“Stop, don’t!” I raise my hands and try to kick out at him but Beau catches my legs with ease and forces them apart. His hands are rough on me and he grasps my thighs and jerks me towards him with a satisfied groan. “Beau, no!” I yell at him, even though I don’t mean it. I want this. I want him to take from me. The guilt I’ve carried for four years is heavy and Beau’s unforgiving hands on my body are the way I can finally let my burden go. This is my penance to pay with the man I love. The one I’ve always wanted but never thought myself worthy of. I want it to happen this way. It’s the only way that makes sense to me.

Beau leans over me and captures my mouth in a cruel kiss. “I hoped you’d fight me. I wanted it like this,” he whispers against my mouth. He moves his hand between my thighs and I cry out when he strokes two fingers into me. It’s the only thing I’ve ever had inside of me and he curls his fingers and starts to thrust them in and out. The stretch of his fingers, drag of his fingertips against my walls, is unlike anything I’ve felt before. When he presses his fingers to a spot I didn’t know existed in me, my back bows off the bed and I scream his name.

“Beau!”

He laughs. The sound of it is harsh and cruel and I know he’s mocking me, but none of that matters because he continues to tease me, fingers stroking me faster and faster while his thumb slides over my clit.

I whimper from the pleasure of it all and wrap my legs around him. I want him deeper inside of me. I need more than the two fingers filling me. “Beau, please. Please.” I’m begging again, but this time it isn’t for him to stop. “Please give me more.”

He leans over me, his big body on top of mine pins me to the bed and it’s bliss. He might hate me, but this is everything I’ve always wanted. “I’m not going to be gentle with you, my sweet liar,” he says while he speeds up. The fingers in me move quicker with each second and I can’t catch my breath. I’m dizzy when he presses his thumb down hard on my clit and rubs a circle quick and rough against my sensitized flesh. I’m wet. So fucking wet. The sound of Beau’s fingers moving in and out of me is obscene, but there’s no denying it. My body wants him as much as my heart does.

“Do you hear that?” Beau asks and bites my ear. “You’re wet for me. Soaking. Your slutty little virgin cunt knows exactly what it wants and it’s getting you ready to take me inside. Isn’t that right?”

It’s all that I need to lose myself to the orgasm Beau’s built in my body. My eyes roll in the back of my head and I scream myself hoarse as I cum. “Beau!”

I turn my head to the side, because I can’t look up at him with the way he’s over me. He has a shoulder pressed against my chin and one hand curled around my head. The blood from my chest smears between us and I can feel his shirt sticking to me. He’s fully clothed, even though I’m almost naked. My shirt is barely hanging on to me and shredded from the knife he cut my bra away with and I don’t know where my pants are, but I don’t care. I let my legs fall open around Beau when he settles himself between my legs. The rough scratch of denim chafes my skin when he hikes one of my legs higher on his hip.

“Nevaeh,” Beau whispers my name. His lips graze my cheek and then my mouth when he speaks. “You have always been mine, angel.” The blunt head of his dick slides against me and I gasp when he slides the tip inside of me. He’s big. Bigger than his fingers were and the stretch makes me wince.

“I’ll kill anyone that tries to stop me. You’re mine.”

His words wash over me. They’re dark and needy. Possessive and I want more. I know Beau isn’t lying to me. He cut me earlier. My blood is on both of us.

“I know.”

Beau moans, the sound low and humming in my ear and he thrusts into me with a sharp jerk of his hips. I cry out in pain from the stretch of him. It feels like he’s splitting me open, but I want more. I put my hands on Beau’s shoulders to keep him still but it doesn’t do anything. Neither does my grabbing his waist to hold him in place. He moves even as I plead for him to slow down.

“Beau, wait. Please, I can’t. I can’t.”

“You can and you will, you fucking liar.”

He grabs my hands, and wraps his belt around them and ties the leather tight around my wrists before he pins them down with his full weight onto the bed above my head and uses the leverage to ride me as he pleases. “That’s it, angel. Take me.”

I’m trapped. I tug at the leather binding my wrists but it holds fast. There’s nowhere to go with the hold Beau has on me. He doesn’t stop. He’s relentless in how he consumes my body. In the way he fucks me until the edge of pain that makes my breath come short starts to blend into something that feels good.

“You were always going to be mine, Nevaeh. You’re always going to be mine.”

“Beau, yes,” I sob when the thin line between pain and pleasure blurs and vanishes, until there’s nothing but bliss. It’s good. It feels so good. Beau shifts his angle and I see stars. It’s like everything I’m feeling is turned up to a hundred and I shatter again in his hands.

“Beau!” I scream while he takes me apart piece by piece. Beau fucks me through my orgasm. He wrings out every bit of pleasure crashing over my body until I’m weak and shaking beneath him. He moves faster, his hips slamming against mine and he keeps my hands pinned to the bed. I can’t stop him and I don’t want to, but he doesn’t know that. For all he knows, he’s forcing me. There’s nothing left for me to do but enjoy what he’s doing to me. God, it feels so good to let him do this to me. I’m dimly aware that he’s about to come. I can feel it in how tense his body is. Hear it in the way he’s gasping my name with every thrust.

“Nevaeh.”

He has to pull out. He has to. But even as I think it, I don’t say anything. I want him inside of me. I want him to fill me up and make me his in every way, but in the end Beau doesn’t give me what I want. Not like when I told him no.

He pulls back and slides out of me with a strangled moan and warm cum splashes over my thighs and on my aching pussy. When Beau stops cumming, we’re both silent. Our ragged breath is the only sound either of us makes. Outside the party is still going strong. It’s loud and someone falls against the door before they hit the floor with a thud but neither of us moves.

Beau reaches out and rubs his thumb across my stomach and then my thigh, before he finally touches my pussy. He rubs his cum into my flesh. I stay quiet while he touches me, because I don’t care what he’s doing so long as his hands are on me. When he’s done, he speaks.

“I see that fucker touching you again, Nevaeh and I’ll cut his dick off and choke him with it.”

I wince at his words. “Please don’t. I-I, Beau, he’s my friend.” I shouldn’t say that. I know it. I don’t even like Dean, not really. He made me nervous earlier, which makes no sense. How can I be nervous around Dean when he’s a nice guy and I’m here with Beau, calm as can be? He cut me, he forced me to suck his dick with the door open before he took my virginity.”

I’m not safe with Beau, so why is there no other place I’d rather be than exactly where I am?

Beau unfastens the belt from my wrists and pulls it free before he moves off my bed. The leather slides so fast across my skin that it burns. My wrists ache, but I still don’t move to rub them. I watch Beau instead and wish he would stay.

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