Page 174 of Like A Moth To A Flame

“Are you gonna fight me?” he asked, his fingers finding the swollen bud of my clit and running circles around it, the leather slicked with my need and creating an amazing sensation that pulled a mewl from my throat.

“You know it,” I countered with a grunt. His knee hit the back of my thighs and took my knees out from under me, and with a gasp, I hit the muddy ground.

“Good,” he said, and the hand in my hair drove me further, forcing me down until my face slammed against the muddy ground. The watery soil stung my eyes and the scent of underearth flooded my nose. “I like a challenge.”

His hand pulled away from me, and I sighed at the lack of contact. Damn him.

He held me there as I twisted and pulled, fighting to get away from him. Before I knew it, my panties had been torn away, and my thighs burned at the snapping threads and tearing cloth.

“Open up,” he growled, and before I even had a chance to realize what was happening, a ball of fabric was pushed over my lips and between my teeth, muffling the curses I spat at him.

“Asshole!” I spat, and he chuckled again. “Fuckin’ asshole.”

It was muffled at best, but something told me he got the hint.

“Awe, baby girl,” he soothed, and I felt something hot and heavy pressing against my entrance with no warning. “That’s not very nice. I’m daddy,remember?”

He punctuated his last word with a single, rough thrust of his hips, fully sheathing himself inside of me. I groaned at the pain ofbeing stretched to the brim. Stars danced before my eyes and the scent and taste of my own desire swam in my nostrils. I was given no time to adjust, no warning, and no waiting before he slammed into me again, and fucked me hard, his pace as relentless as his chasing.

I knew it would be. It always was when he got like this.

He needed it. The darkness was his drug.

Awakening the predator in him got me bruises and blood, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

My body adjusted after a moment, my slick heat wetting across my ass and dripping down my thighs as he forced into me, over and over again. The pain in my ankle fell away until it was static and background noise, but somehow intensifying the feeling.

I liked the pain. I needed it to keep me grounded—to keep me sane. I need it to push me, to force me down at his every whim.

Truth was, I liked it. It scratched something inside of me that festered like a deep, inner itch, and if it wasn’t for moments like these, I would suffer every day of my life.

Shit, I used to want to be normal.

“Harder,” I pleaded, though it was a wavering, slurred sound, unrecognizable even to my ears.

Roughly, the hand in my hair reached down, leather sliding over my tongue as he reached in and released me from the cloth.

“Say it again,” he growled, every word accentuated by the quick popping of his hips and the wet slap of flesh on flesh.

“Harder!” I pleaded.

He complied, slamming into me hard enough that I felt the ache in my contorted spine, screaming and aching against the assault.

Still, I didn’t want him to stop.

I felt him slow, just for a moment to adjust before both of his strong hands found my biceps and pulled, bending me at the waist as he continued to pummel into me.

Stars danced behind my eyes, swaying shapes that seemed to mock me with every thrust and every stroke.

Fuck, I wanted it so much.

“H-harder,” I pleaded, sucking my lips into my mouth and biting them closed. “Harder, Tommy. Please? Please, fuck!”

He rode me like a wave, slamming into me so hard that I couldn’t think—couldn’t catch my breath. Before long, I felt that familiar ache, the warmth spreading over me. I felt something inside of me wound way too tightly, and with a final, jerking slam of his hips, I hurtled over the edge and all decency finally snapped.

I was screaming, pouring my ecstasy into the world, until it rebounded off of every tree and came back to slap me in the face.

I felt him shudder and growl, and when he pushed me away to flop onto the unforgiving forest floor, slipping back into the mud with a wet slap, I felt the flood down my thighs and a grin of satisfaction folded my lips.

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