Page 24 of Locke 2

I was still gasping for breath when he kicked my legs apart. The movement made me tense again. I immediately tried to close them, but his knee forced them apart and his one worded order sent another jolt of fear down my spine. “No.”

But the no wasn’t as much of an order. It hitched at the end. Like he was damning me for even trying to close my legs on him. I shut my eyes again, wanting to pound my forehead on the mattress. I couldn’t move. I was pinned beneath him, so utterly at his mercy, and he was waiting for my submission.

He kept his knee there, letting the seconds tick by. I went limp again, and he hummed his approval as he settled more of his weight against me. He shuffled my hair aside and grazed his teeth along the back of my neck. “We didn’t have to hurt each other this time, did we?” he growled. “We might come out in one piece, Kali.”

“No,” I croaked out, defeated. “We won’t, Locke.”

“We won’t?” he returned. “OrIwon’t? I think we’re both aware only one of us truly broke last time.”

My brows furrowed in question, but my response trailed away because he was back to touching me again. His hand gripped my breast, and his other hand worked the zipper of his pants. He freed himself and I tried to squirm—tried to spin the other way and have him fuck me with my back pressed against the mattress. I just wanted to touch him, after all. To kiss his plump lips and run my hands down his hard body.

But that wasn’t how it went.

He wanted me in this brutish position. He’d given me my orgasm and now he got to have his turn. I closed my eyes tightly, bracing myself, but it didn't work.

His cock slid into me fast and hard, shattering the orderly world I’d built around me. I cried out, but not from pain. It was that I’d lost control of my little world. It was literally slipping away before my eyes and there was nothing I could do to reclaim it.

He seated himself deep inside me, and I tried to jerk away and found I couldn’t. I gasped helplessly, taking it in, trying to accept him, trying to think, but I couldn’t think. I was only feeling, and it was centred on his length inside me, buried. I felt full. I felt vulnerable and afraid. I felt like he may very well do what he wanted to me, and I would accept every moment of it.

Then he moved.

He fucked me, his breaths hard against my hair. He didn’t kiss me, only bit along my shoulder. His hand squeezed painfully around my breast as he rocked in and out me. “Try to leave me again,” he warned, as he fucked me faster. “Fucking try, Kali.”

I cried out as he fucked me, holding on for dear life. In and out, the movements were colder than his laugh was, colder than his warnings and cruel words. He used me, but not in the way we’d originally intended.

There was havoc in him. A tension that he was trying to deplete. He was taking his aggression out on me, his fucking painful and punishing.

Yeah, he was punishing me.

And despite it all, despite the fucking pain and the anger and the loss of control, I still coated his cock with my slickness. I milked him, my body primed and wanting. I needed his length inside me, bruising me. I liked the surrender and the feeling of him seated there, pressing against that pleasure button that made me clench the sheets around me, crying into them.Oh, how I missed this.My legs kicked out beneath him, but it was me trying to move faster than he was, trying to push him back in every time he pulled out.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Take every inch of me, Kali.”

“Then fuck me harder, Locke.”

He let out a harsh moan and fucked me so hard, my vision spun, and everything hurt.

I came again; this time the explosion felt different. It was warm and long. Exhausted, I stopped moving. Completely at his surrender, I let him use me. And when he growled, “I’m going to come inside you, Kali.”

I eagerly replied, “Then come inside me.”

He stilled, his mouth buried in my hair, drowning out the loud groan he pushed out between his clenched teeth. I felt his length jerk deeply within me. My walls squeezed around him, pulsing, milking him, wanting every bit of him.

He drowned me in his violent release, and I was destroyed.

We didn’t move for some time. He didn’t pull out. His heartbeats thumped against my back. I nearly drifted off to sleep, cocooned in his warmth, when he finally pulled out.

Now I was throbbing, but not from pleasure, but from pain. I barely turned my body when he slid my pants back up my legs.His movements were not gentle as he did it. He got off the bed and a second later he’d placed Dahlia back on the bed again, and I half-wondered when he’d even removed her. She scurried to the other side to bury herself under the covers. My blinks were heavy, my body was leached of all energy, but my mind was dangerously awake.

What had we done?

Why did I let him back inside me so quickly, so easily?

And he—

He fucking moved about the room like what we’d done was nothing but a little detour in his day.

While I laid there, utterly ruined.

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