Page 84 of Under the Bed

Maybe it’s good that I did. Every muscle in his body is strained, hard rock against my soft curves. He won’t stop this harsh, delicious movement of his hips.

His need is a living thing between us.

Fighting him turns him on.

“Gonna fuck you good, little sister.” His crude words set me on fire. I’m fucked in the head for spreading my legs wider for him. For my stepbrother. I’m sick, but I’ve finally accepted it. He made me accept it. “I hope it hurts. Hope you’ll remember how mine you are for the rest of your life.”

Begging him to be gentle is pointless.

He’ll hear the lie in my voice.

“Hurt me.” The pierced tip of his cock lines my pussy, another threat out of many. “Hurt me, Kaleb. I’ve never beenanyone else’s. I never wanted anyone else. I was wrong to think that you hated me. I was wrong to let you suffer.”

A sound that’s every bit of a threat is accompanied by his hand on my throat.

“But it’s taboo,” I continue, breathless. Needy. Scared. “You’re a murderer. A serial killer. You violated me.”

His thick eyebrows crush together. “I didn’t violate you. You’re mine.”

He’s right. Maybe that’s the worst part of it. The best. The one explanation I could never find in any textbook.

“What’s wrong with us?” A tear slips out.

“Nothing.” He licks it, groaning against my skin. “It terrifies you to see that, but don’t worry. That’s where I come in.”

My pulse beats fast and loud. My blood would burst through my veins if it could.

Nothing separates us. No masks, metaphorical or real. The air crackles in the room. So much violence. Anger. Passion. We’re drowning in it.

“Kaleb—” I start.

“Enough talking.” He slams into me. No warning. No tenderness. None of that.

Not from him.

I press my lips shut to suppress a scream of agony. Of pleasure. I’m being stretched, torn, and owned. Thoroughly. Completely. Without regard or care.

Kaleb just takes.

Even if I could scream, I wouldn’t have told him no.

“Fuck. Fuck, Shiloh.” He curses as he stares at me, his eyes narrowed. Brow pinched. His cock throbs inside me. As his free hand cups my cheek, he buries his fingers into my skin. “You’re so goddamn tight.” He pulls back, pushing back in. “Jesus. Oh, fuck. Sucking me in like that. Your pussy is such a dirty fucking girl, you know that?”

“It’s too much.” I’m unable to control myself. To stay still and take what I asked for. What I need. I need him. I need the pain. Can’t. There’s so much of him. I thrash against my bindings. Squeezing my legs against his lean ones. “Out. Get out of me. It hurts.”

“You don’t mean it.” He grows harder and thicker inside of me. Pushes in deeper. “This.” Kaleb drags his cock out, slamming into me again in a way that has me gasping for air. “Is mine. I have nothing else. I have no one else. All I have in this goddamn world is you. You’ll let me take you. You’ll let me fuck you. All you need to do is breathe through the pain.”

This last stroke of his cock pins me down to the bed. Slivers of pleasure layer over the sting, but fuck, it’s a lot. I never thought—never imagined?—

“Hard. Fast. Slow. Painful.” When his lips brush mine, it’s a stark contradiction to his rough thrusts. Another way to mess with my head. “I’ll fuck you however the hell I please. I’ll decide what’s best for you. And here’s why.”

My nipples are taut, breasts swollen. The ache to be defiled is like nothing else.

The soreness is lessening as he keeps thrusting into me.

So. Wrong.

So right.

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