Page 31 of Locke 2

He stilled at the use of his name, and I stilled because I hadn’t intended on using it. He suddenly climbed back over me, and his lips smashed mine. He groaned in my mouth. I barely kissed him, still dazed.

“Was that good?” he asked as he released his cock again and brushed the thick tip against my damp folds.

“I came, didn’t I?” I answered, though my focus was centred on his length hardening and prodding into me.

“My mouth is still covered in it.” He licked my lips. “Have a taste of your pleasure, prey.”

I did, and he didn’t expect it; his eyes narrowed on my mouth as his breathing stilled. “Fuck,” he whispered, and then he surged back inside me, wrecking me. His movements were less chaotic. The strokes more controlled but equally vicious. I dug my heels into the mattress, accepting every inch of him,even as it hurt and made me yelp, the intrusion almost too much to take.

He was impossibly thick, and I was so small. I was raw, my fingers digging into his suited back. I braced myself, breathing through his harsh strokes, trying to will my body to accept him. The pleasure and pain clashed inside me. I must have cried out, must have said something along those lines because he simply growled, “You’ll take it. You’ll fucking take it.” A demand. A punishment. I accepted both because it was intoxicating and made my chest feel full. I’d been so empty before…so cold…and he was vicious, but he felt warm and he wanted me, desperately. I felt it sharply, even as I tried to shake my head, tell myself it wasn’t true. There was no hiding it in him, though. Locke gripped my hair and smashed his mouth against mine and came so deep, I was all he felt and tasted, and I still sensed it wasn’t enough.

What were we doing?

What was going to become of us?

I wondered about that for a couple moments, feeling his heart thump against my chest.

“There’ll be more of that. Much more, Kali,” he vowed, pulling back to look at me.

“Kari,” I corrected him, my lips turning into a lazy smile. “That’s also my name now.”

“Not very original.”

“I know, but I needed a name I could easily remember.”

“It’s Kali,” he told me, stubbornly. “I won’t use any other.”

“Not while you’re here.”

“That won’t be for long.”

My eyes held his steady gaze, my high fading. “What?”

His stare was solemn and resolute. “You called. I’m here. You’re mine now. I’m taking you back to Blackwater.”

His words sent a spike of terror through me. No, I needed to talk to him, and it wasn’t about me, or him.

It was about a boy.

I tried to move beneath him, but he didn’t allow it. He forced me still, accepting my fight, looking almost delighted by it.

“Locke, no,” I rushed out. “Please. No.”

“No?” he repeated, astonished. “You dare say no to me?”

“I have said no to you in the past.”

“This is different.”

“Locke.”

“You’re mine now.”

“Listen to me first.”

His teeth clenched as he glared at me now. “We made a deal. I’ve come to collect.”

“I’m aware, but you need to stop for a moment.”

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