Page 22 of Such a Bad Girl

Tears sprang unbidden as I nodded, my mouth gaping as he pressed the last of himself deep inside me. He paused there, the only sounds his ragged breath and the distant patter of rain.

Could he feel how monumental this moment was?

Could he appreciate it?

‘I can’t stop,’ he crooned against my neck. He reached for my wrists, pushing them out in front of me, pinning me to the ground beneath him as he rocked his hips. The small movement felt like an earthquake inside of me, acute pain mingling with deep-rooted desire. ‘You’re mine.’

‘All yours,’ I choked out, the tears flowing as his hips quickened.

Please be quick.

This wasn’t how I planned it, yet, I arched to take more with each of his desperate thrusts. His obsession with me was enough. It fed me. Stroked my ego the way I so desired.

‘Fuck. Bex.’ His groan made my stomach swim with need. ‘You’re perfect.’

Hot lips dragged over the cool skin of my neck, tracing his possession over every inch he could reach.

‘So fucking hot and tight, god, I’m not going to be able to hold off. I’m going to fill your tight little cunt until you burst, my little devil.’

No.

Not like this.

Yet, the way he held me, possessive and overwhelming, and how he filled me to bursting, each stroke of his cock deepening a coil of pleasure within me, had me intoxicated.

Like he’d drugged me with his fucking metal-covered cock. Dick-matised me.

His hands loosened on my wrists as he lost himself in frantic thrusts, arching his hips to make me feel every inch of him.

Pulling my arms beneath me, I pressed myselfonto my hands and knees, his body moving with me as he gripped my hips for more punishing leverage.

Every thrust punched the breath from me in animalistic yelps. My eyes glazed as I lost myself in the onslaught of his lust.

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Henry lost in sensation. Dark hair lay wet and messy against his forehead, his mask gone. When had he discarded it? My teeth grazed my lip as his fingers dug hard into my hips, his body tensing.

Sensing his distraction, I lifted a leg and kicked back, catching him square in the bollocks. A loud humph escaped him, and he let go of my hips. Not wasting a second, I was on my feet in a heartbeat, heading for home.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

HENRY

The trees shiftedaround me as the pain made me gag. I was only half aware of Rebecca’s half-naked form running away as the world shrank to me and my aching balls.

Looking down, blood coated me.

Fucking hell, she’d kicked me hard enough to draw blood?

Sweeping my hand between my legs and bringing it up for inspection, I knitted my brows. Nothing.

No. The scarlet only decorated my shaft. The tip. Was it from one of my piercings?

I inspected myself, but the injury wasn’t mine.

Guilt hit me. It must have been Rebecca’s. Fuck, I hadn’t meant to hurt her. Not like that.

No wonder she’d run off.

I should have been gentler, but she’d driven me to become a beast around her.

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