Page 36 of Peripheral Vision

Reaching into my back pocket, I brandish my knife, still garnished with the blood of her attacker. The metal gleams as the moonlight hits it, and I hear the slight intake of breath from Dylan as I slowly route its way to the notch in her collarbone. I haven’t forgotten what she’s endured tonight, which is exactly why I’m doing this. To give her back her power and to see just how far she’s willing to go. I wouldn’t do anything without me benefiting from it as well. “If you want that jacket to remain in one piece, I suggest you remove it.” Her hand trembles slightly as she draws the zipper down and takes it off, dropping it to the forest floor. Beneath it she’s wearing a blue crop top that rides just above her belly button. “It’s a good thing you won’t be needing this anymore, either.” She won’t be wearing anything like this again so long as I have something to say about it. I have no issue making other men disappear just for looking at her.

I grip her shoulder, pulling her shirt away from her body as I slice a hole through the collar. I hold my knife up, indicating for her to grab it because I’m nowhere close to done with it. And when she does, I grab her shirt on either side of the cut, and with little effort tear it down the center, revealing a simple black bra. I hold my hand out but she shakes her head. “No, you can take this off like a normal person.

“I’ve already told you, normal is boring. Now give me the knife.” But instead of doing what she’s asked, just like I should have guessed, she stands her ground, aiming it at me. “If you wanted it rough, all you had to do was ask.” I don’t give her an inch, placing one hand at the base of her neck, wrapping my fingers around her throat, and grabbing the knife by its blade, the sharp edge biting into my skin as blood starts to well.

Her eyes widen. “You’re insane.”

“Tell me something I don’t know, sweetheart. Now are you going to listen, or are we going to do this the hard way?” Her grip loosens from the hilt and I take it from her.

“What about this has been easy?” she whispers as I turn theblade toward her and slice through the material of her bra in three quick cuts, the material floating to the ground. Only then do I fold it and return it to its place in my pocket. “You’re still bleeding.”

Turning my palm over, I inspect the slow but steady flow of blood from the wound. “It’s a good thing your skin makes the perfect canvas, then.” Her jaw drops in protest but I’ve already shoved her so that her back is firm against the tree, pressing my palm to the swell of her breast, enjoying the feel of her skin with nothing between us. I roll her nipple between my forefinger and thumb, watching the way her skin pebbles beneath my touch before taking the hardened peak between my lips.

“You’re disgusting,” she breathes, her hand going to my hair in contradiction.

I suck and tug and bite, drawing out the sensation and her breathy moans, before kissing a path down her stomach, blood following in my mouth’s wake. I stop just above the waistline to her jeans so I can unbutton them before pulling them, along with her panties, down her legs. She doesn’t try to stop me. “Still think you don’t belong to me?” She glares down at me, and I bite the inside of her thigh as she hits me. “That only makes me harder, baby.” I don’t give her a chance to respond before shoving my face into her pussy and sucking on the little bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. She cries out in pleasure, all the fight leaving her body. As my tongue attacks her clit, I ease her legs from the tangle of clothes at her feet before positioning her knee over my shoulder, allowing me a deeper angle. “This is the only time you will ever see me on my knees. And only ever for you.” I resume lavishing her with my tongue, before thrusting a finger inside her pussy. She gasps at the intrusion, her body clenching around me in response.

“Fuck, you’re dripping. That for me?” Her body undulates on my hand, her wetness coating it the way it’s coating my chin. She looks fucking exquisite at my mercy and tastes like everything I imaginedmineto be and more. The more I work my finger and my mouth against her core, the tighter she gets. I know she’s gettingclose so I add another, and that seems to do the trick. She comes undone, shaking and trying to pull away as I drink her in, her gasps coming out a mixture of pure bliss and pain. When she comes down from her high, I remove my mouth and fingers from her before sucking them clean and standing up, stretching the ache out from my knees as she starts to drop to her own, but I stop her. “There will be time for that later, I need to be inside of you—now.” And it was true, the ache in my cock was becoming unbearable.

Time stands still as I pull my shirt and hoodie over my head in one go. I unbuckle my pants, making a show of taking it slow so I can watch the way her pupils dilate in wait. The way her tongue darts out to wet her lips in anticipation. I pull my pants and boxers down, my cock springing free. She can deny that I don’t know what desires lay under that pretty skin of hers, but just as I was right about her pupils dilating right now, I’m right about that too, and I can’t wait to prove it to her.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

DYLAN

My mouth goes dry as I take in his impressive size and the way his cock stands at attention, the veins protruding in an almost painful manner. About as painful as the realization that he wants to try and make that fit. I begin to shake my head ‘no’ as he silently but forcefully grabs my chin, forcing me to stop and look into his eyes. “You can and you will.” He lets go of me and picks me up, lining himself up with my entrance as he presses me back into the tree again, and this time I can feel the bark where it digs into my skin, causing little cuts to form. I want to protest that he doesn’t have a condom, but my mind goes blank as he slides himself against my clit. The sensation of skin against skin is almost too much for me to take and I’m nearly shattering all over again.

He lets out an animalistic growl that must be in response to where our bodies are touching. “Look me in the eyes, Dylan. I want to watch what I do to you as I make you come on my cock.” His voice is commanding, nearly impossible to ignore as he slowly starts to lower me, spearing me with his cock, and my eyes roll back in my head. He grips my hair in his hand. “What did I just say?”

“It’s too much,” I breathe, returning my eye contact to himand he shifts in a little more, my body stretching to accommodate him. It’s painful at first but quickly alleviates into ecstasy.

“But look at you, taking it so well. We’re almost there, baby. Fuck, you’re so tight. It’s like this pussy was made for me. Look at how I fit inside of you.” I can feel his legs trembling beneath me as though he is trying to keep a leash on his control, but it doesn’t last as he forces himself the rest of the way in, all the way to the hilt, and I let out a scream. “Scream all you want, little viper. Nobody will hear you out here. It’s just me, you, and the moon. Let nature know who you fucking belong to.” He thrusts in and out a few more times before setting a punishing pace. My back scrapes up and down the tree with each thrust of his hips, the sounds of skin slapping skin echoing around us outside of our own sounds of pleasure. I accidentally look away from him a few more times which causes him to grab me by the throat and squeeze—not enough to cut off all of my air circulation, but enough to keep my focus on him. He reaches his head forward, clamping down on the swell of my breast with his teeth, earning another yell from me, but his pace never lets up.

My head is spinning, euphoric from the lack of blood to my brain and from the orgasm that is building in my core. “Please…”

“Please, what?” Fletcher grunts out, his pace stuttering, but only for a moment.

Tingles break out over my skin in anticipation of me tumbling over the edge again. “I need…”

He slows his pace until he’s no longer moving and I let out a whimper at the loss of friction, the cresting orgasm fading. I can feel his cock twitch inside of me. “I’m going to stop you right there. If you don’t think I know exactly what you need, you’re sorely mistaken. Because you need it just as much as I have needed it. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this, for you. Do you even know how many times I’ve made myself come to the thought of you?”

I shake my head.

He turns us around, still holding me over his cock when he drops to his knees, laying me in the dirt. I hiss as it mingles with my cuts. “Ididn’t think so. But I’m going to make sure you pay for it as many times over.” He positions himself on his knees before me, lifting my hips into his lap which causes his cock to hit a new angle inside of me that makes me see stars. Fuck, he is so fucking deep that I can’t help but imagine what it will be like when he takes me from behind. He begins to set another near merciless pace, but this time while he creates a brutal crescendo, he also ebbs and flows with slow and gentle thrusts, driving me near delirious as he edges me. His grip on my hips is ruthless—I’m almost positive I’ll have bruises. God, he looks ethereal from this angle, the moon outlining his silhouette, sweat on his brow as he focuses on the pleasure he is giving and receiving.

“Say it,” he grits out between his teeth. We’re back to this? Really? “Say it, Dylan.” I still refuse, and while his pace doesn’t slow with my defiance, he reaches down and pinches my clit, causing me to yelp in pain or in pleasure. I’m not sure which one. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

I don’t want to give in to him, not any more than I already have, but I don’t want this to stop either. I am so close. “F-fine. I’m yours, I’m yours,” I concede, and something I can only describe as a satisfied male grin passes over his face before he applies pressure to my abdomen with one hand and toys with my clit in the other. He’s somehow managed to secure my legs to his torso so I don’t move as his pace becomes overwhelming, and I’m suddenly hurtling over the edge, screaming into the night. Fletcher follows me shortly after, grunting and spilling inside of me, lazily thrusting as he comes down from his own release.

We lay there for a few minutes in silence as we catch our breath before Fletcher slowly withdraws from me, pulling me to stand with him as I feel the mixture of our come trail down my leg. And it’s that feeling alone that steals the flames that were fueling my body moments ago to douse it in cold. He hands me my clothes and I snatch them from him as I rush to pull them back on, unsure if I’m even orienting them correctly. I’m just getting my jacket zipped backon when Fletcher grabs me by my shoulders, halting my movements. “Whatever you’re thinking about doing, don’t. I think you know by now that there is nowhere you can go that I won’t find you.”

I refuse to look him in the eyes, to show him the horror that lies there. Not necessarily in what we’ve done, butwhoI did it with. “What did I just do?”

He tilts his head and I can feel his eyes searching for my own, beckoning them to look at him. “You let yourself feel, little viper. Without any boundaries. Without any rules.”

I shove away from him, shaking my head. “This… this can’t happen. This changes nothing. You’ve been following me, controlling me. I can’t—I don’t want this.”

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