Page 83 of Under the Bed

He’s not fucking around. He’ll take me. Choke me. I bet that if I black out, he’ll just keep fucking my mouth harder. Rougher.

I don’t hate it. I just need him inside me. So I hum.

“Good fucking girl.” My breath hitches as soon as he leaves my mouth. I cough as he shoves his jeans and boxers down, as he’s climbing onto the bed.

Kaleb pushes my legs apart, settling between them. I’m bare to him, and that, too, is mortifying. No one’s ever seen me like this but him. I had his mask there, but this is something else.

His golden eyes on my sex. The hunger in them. Nothing can or will compare to this.

I don’t think I can take the tension anymore. I think my lungs are going to burn. Explode. He’s the reason my breaths are labored and the nerve endings in my body spark to life.

I’m going to die like this. Of anticipation and fear.

Except he won’t let me.

Kaleb climbs higher up my body, and I watch him flattening a hand on my navel. Lowering his mouth to my breast.

Biting me.

Pain slams into me, and I cry out. I might be saying something like why, though I can’t be sure. Can’t be sure of anything other than the sting.

“I marked you with my teeth. Am marking and will always fucking mark you like that.” Menacing eyes snap to mine. “I get off on that. More importantly, though, it’s a way to make you see.”

“S-see what?” I ask, sounding raspy from the drugs.

He lets out a huff, the corner of his mouth quirking up slightly. As if that should explain everything.

I arch my back. Demanding his touch. His voice. His words.

Anything but his silence.

I get exactly what I’ve been asking for. His cock thickens on my wet thigh. He growls as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.

Then he gives me a real answer.

“That you belong to me. Before I left, other people thought they could have you. Thieves. Motherfuckers who had their hands on what was mine. That’s you. You were mine to protect, and they took you. The world took you from me next. No more of that. Fucking ever. Every part of you is mine. I’ll hurt your breasts. Bite your nipples.” He does just that, wrapping one in his palm, sinking his teeth into it. Mercilessly slapping the other. “Mark you. Me, their owner.”

“Please.” Words fail me, but my body doesn’t. I fight my restraints, fight the concept of right and wrong in my head, putting everything into pressing my body to his.

It happens at the exact moment that Kaleb grinds his hips into mine. The pierced tip of him rubs my clit, and nothing else exists in my world. I’m shaking and biting the inside of my cheek, and, ohGod?—

The orgasm that’s been building inside detonates. Heat washes across my body, pulsating through me.

Leaving me boneless. His.

He watches, rocking and grinding against me through it. Then, when I’m almost down to earth, almost landed, he grabs my jaw and crushes his lips to mine.

This kiss is visceral and out of control. This kiss is lust and craving so powerful that it’s hard to breathe.

Hard to think.

Still, I see this. I feel this. We’re fighting each other.

Me, to survive him. Him, to ruin me. The only way he knows how to love.

I should’ve realized it sooner. Shouldn’t have denied him anything.

Or maybe I should’ve.

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