Page 77 of The Boy I Loved
Tristan’s lips curled at my blatant lie. “You’remine. I’ll make sure of it.” He drove into me with newfound energy, pummeling me so hard into the mattress that I could feel my insides bruising with every powerful thrust.
My nails sank into his back, blood trickling onto my fingers like warm paint.
I couldn’t hold the moans in anymore; they tumbled from my mouth, echoing through the basement so loudly I’d be shocked if they couldn’t be heard through the door. His body was a magnetic work of art, his hips rolling like he knew exactly where my g-spot was.
“She’s rendered him speechless,” Rodney joked, glancing over at Vincent. “I can’t wait to get a piece of that?—”
“Did you not hear what the fuck I just said?” Tristan snarled, glancing at Rodney over his shoulder, his hips stalling against mine. “I’m claiming her.”
Claiming me? What the fuck did that even mean?
Vincent rolled his eyes but didn’t seem that surprised by the notion. “I told you we should have fucked her first. He wants all the tight ones that don’t cry.”
My pussy clenched around him, strangling his girth like it wanted to suck him as deep into me as possible. Tristan resumed hismovements, his breath coming out fast and erratic. He moved his hand from my throat, propping it beside my head again instead. He was drenched in sweat, his hair mussed from the exertion. Without warning, he smashed his lips against mine, his teeth scraping against my lower one, nipping it and tugging it. His tongue drifted through the opening I’d unintentionally granted him, his hot breath seeping into my mouth.
I didn’t want this. I hated this. At least … that was what I kept telling myself. In reality, it felt good—better than I would have expected. Shame shook me to my core, followed by another round of heat that had me shuddering against him. It didn’t take long for me to realize I was kissing him back with just as much intensity. My hands moved out from under his shirt, cupping his jaw as I pulled him into me, sliding my tongue against his and bucking my hips in the same rhythm to meet him thrust for thrust.
“That’s it,” Tristan whispered, a softness to his tone that hadn’t been there before. “Fuck me back.Take it.”
That was the last thread of control I had. Everything else faded away—the doubt, the shame, Dominic, even Vincent and Rodney who were only a few feet away. My hair tumbled around my shoulders as I leaned forward, my arms wrapping around his neck for support. He pulled me with him so I was in his lap, riding him and enjoying every sinful moment of it. My lips found his again, and suddenly, I was the one in control. He let me take from him, accepted everything I gave, and he enjoyed it too. Power surged through my veins, my hips gyrating on his cock, milking him for everything he was worth.
Movement in my peripheral caught my attention, my head swiveling to the side. Right outside the bars were three figures, almost covered completely by shadows. My gaze slid from Dominic’s shocked expression first, to Mason’s surprised one, and finally to Nicholas’ intrigued one. I forced my attention away, not wanting to see the hurt on Dom’s face that I knew I’d find.
Tristan hadn’t noticed them, gripping my jaw again andslamming his mouth on mine once more. I moaned against his lips, reveling in everything he gave me. This was demented, corrupt, and so fucking wrong. He was a monster, and maybe I was a whore, but this small amount of pleasure was a blessing compared to everything I’d endured so far. His breathing grew heavier, his arm tightening around my waist where he held me against him.
But it was me who was coming undone. Shocks of electricity spiraled through me, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. I broke the kiss with a sound that was half a cry and half a moan, my orgasm shaking me to my very core. A deep rumble resounded through his chest and then he was pulling out of me quickly, tossing me on my back. A shocked gasp spilled from lips as he emptied himself on the cement floor, his muscles twitching and straining as he worked to catch his breath.
He raked a hand through his hair, his eyebrows drawn tight with confusion and something else I couldn’t place.
He grabbed his boxers and jeans, slipping them on without a word. He spared one last glance at me as he put his shoes on, but that was it. Then, he was turning for the cell door, unlocking it and shoving through the three guys blocking his path. It would seem that I’d been the one to rattle him and not so much the other way around.
My head spun, confusion clouding my thoughts. Suddenly, I felt oddly bare with all these eyes on me. I grabbed the blanket, tugging it to cover myself.
It took a few moments, but the guilt and shame pummeled through me so fiercely like it never actually left in the first place.
“That was an interesting show,” Mason called out, slowly approaching the bars.
I swallowed thickly, disgust churning my stomach. What had I done?
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
DOMINIC
I didn’t knowwhat to expect when I forced Mason and Nicholas to head down to the basement with me. Hell, I didn’t even know what I was thinking, roping them into it in the first place. I had a hunch Tristan would come for her tonight, and that terrified me. He was probably the most sadistic one here. Then again, Vincent was up there on that scale, too.
What I hadn’t expected was to see her riding him,kissinghim, or for him to cling to her the way he had. It looked almost … passionate. Dread filled every crevice of my body, anger warring with jealousy as they slashed through me. It didn’t take a lot to surprise me in this place. But I’dneverseen Tristan fuck a girl like that—not here. He was always the one in control. He degraded them, insulted them, hurt them, punished them, but neverthis. Hazel had stolen his control and now Tristan was off trying to make sense of it all.
Vincent opened the cell door, stepping out with Rodney closely behind. “Ya’ll got this for a sec?” he asked, glancing between the three of us.
It was my day off and I wasn’t supposed to even be down here,but I nodded anyway. Vincent motioned toward the door, silently inviting Rodney to lead the way.
My heart was pounding against my chest, an assortment of emotions running through me. How was I even supposed to feel? It wasn’t like she cheated on me, but it hurt as if she had. She simply made the best out of a fucked-up situation, and Tristan might even reward her for it. He had a better standing with Clay than I did and could protect her better. I doubted he would. He never protected anyone, not even his main bitches.
“Well…” Nicholas began at last. “If you don’t need me anymore, I’m going to go.” He tossed a thumb over his shoulder, his eyebrows drawn in confusion as well.
Mason peered through the bars, wrapping his hands around them. “How’s your cunt?”
I scoffed, slapping him in the back of the head. “Idiot,” I snarled.
