Page 36 of Leave Me Behind
I squirm beneath his flexed muscles, trying to escape his gripping hands as he keeps me from easing the urge to find pleasure. I muffle a cry as he pins my wrists together above my head and brings his lips to my neck, nipping my sensitive skin.
“You want me to make you come?” he says in a deep tone that sends chills up my spine and a new urgent heat to my core.
I arch my back so my stomach presses to his and encases his wet cock between us. He continues to pump his hips and lets out another groan that is two seconds from unraveling everything I thought I knew about myself.
“I want you to break me,” I mutter as callously as I can.
He lifts his head. Dark strands of hair fall over his forehead and those pale eyes scour into my very bones. A genuine smile spreads over his lips.
“Oh, baby, breaking you comes much,muchlater.” He strokes his tongue up my throat and brings his mouth to mine. It’s not a kiss I’d ever tell my mom about. Not even my best friend, if I had one. It’s brutal. Devastating. Painful. Easily the most savage encounter two people should ever know.
He urges my tongue into his mouth and bites down on it. I let out a sharp moan and wriggle beneath him in pain before pleasure and heat coil inside me. My center is weeping, begging, pleading. I need him to touch menow.
Blood blossoms through our kiss and he laps at my mouth like a starved man. I force my lips away from his and give him the same treatment, letting my teeth meet his tender flesh. The starburst scar on his neck is soft against my tongue and he jerks sharply at the sting my closing jaw brings.
“Fuck, Bun.”Bradshaw groans, fists my hair tightly, and rips my head from his neck. I wasn’t expecting him to force me off so suddenly—my jaw locks and his skin tears. His breath is heady as he rubs his neck and looks down at the blood that leaks from it.
“Oh my God. Bradshaw!” I lean forward and cup his neck with my palm.
The manic look that flashes across his eyes gives me pause. Foolish—I forgot his dick was out. I’m practically already sitting on it with our chests smashed together. He scoops my ass up and pulls out his pocketknife.
“Hold that cut tight, Bunny, and don’t move unless you want a knife up your pussy.” My body stills and I can’t conjure any words before he’s cutting a slit in the crotch of my pants. My body trembles and my brows pinch as I hold still. A low laughrolls from deep in his chest. “Don’t worry, I left your underwear, you’ll need those to hold in my come.”
My palm is slick with his blood and the focus in which I need to keep it firmly in place steals away my wit. So instead I mutter, “What if I’m not on birth control?”
He nudges my underwear to the side and presses his tip inside me. My pants are tight around my hips in this position.I can’t believe he fucking cut my pants open.My opening instantly stretches around his bare dick. The intrusion makes my breath stutter and I have to clamp my free hand around his neck to support the other one.
His smile turns sinister and he does something that surprises me.
As I’m practically choking him, trying to stop his neck from bleeding, he leans forward, palms pressed down on my hips until I’m fully seated on his dick and he kisses me sweetly on the lips.
A real kiss. One that makes my heart beat faster and my stomach coil with butterflies.
Bradshaw’s eyes are closed and he slowly guides us back until his shoulder blades are against a cot and he has enough leverage for his legs to support his deep hip thrusts.
“You’re not stupid enough to come to a place like this without birth control, sweetheart.” He pounds into me. The sound of him breathing heavily makes my insides twist with pleasure.
I don’t bother telling him he’s right. He knows he is.
His length fills all of me, stretching my inner walls until my eyes are rolling to the back of my head and my fingers lose their grip around his throat.
Bradshaw groans, trying to be as quiet as he can. I’ve almost forgotten where we are, who we are. He does that to me. I could be in a room with a thousand screaming, dying men and I’d only see him.
Hatred and desire aren’t so different. Both are an obsessive, all-consuming emotion. It’s a thin line to walk on.
And God, is it easy to fuck someone you hate.
Easier to feel that adrenaline and rush of confusion that follows.
“I’m fucking you because I want to show you who’s in control between us,” he says venomously, but his darkened eyes and bobbing throat betray his emotions.
He looks as confused as I feel.
Because this feels right. Two murderous, vile killing machines hurting and fucking each other like our flesh has nothing left to give us. Nothing left to surrender except this violent act of pleasure.
I never felt anything like this with Jenkins.
I’ve never felt this for anyone.
