Page 91 of The Boy I Loved
Footsteps drew closer, faltering momentarily when they took in the scene before them.
“I’m kind of busy right now,” Tristan snarled, jerking me toward him on the floor. My heart was racing profusely, fear skittering through my veins.
“Clay wanted me to come get you. Something about a meeting with potential buyers.”
That voice tore through my soul, twisting up my insides until all I could feel was humiliation and agony.
“They can wait,” Tristan snapped, reaching beneath me. He jerked my body upwards so that I was on my hands and knees before him. He placed his palm flat against my upper back, easing my chest to the floor.
“It sounded urgent,” Dominic hedged, his voice coming out more strained.
As soon as Tristan had me where he wanted me, he plunged inside me. A stuttering gasp got lodged in my throat, my vagina burning with the stretch of not having him worked in.
I turned my head, meeting Dom’s tortured gaze. He looked completely hopeless standing there, unable to do anything. His hands were curled into fists at his sides, his lips drawn into a tight line. Tristan was rough and fast, sliding in and out of me with ruthless vigor. His hands were like brands on my hips, his fingertips digging into the plush meat there.
“I can … see why you … Fuck,” Tristan broke off, his breathing coming out erratic. “Why you like her so much,” he finished. “She feels so fucking good. It also helps that I could stare at her ass or tits all day.”
“I thought you said she didn’t look like anything special,” Dominic accused.
For a moment, there was only silence. Only the sounds of his hips slamming against my ass. “That was before I fucked her,” he admitted.
As soon as my walls got acclimated to his size, Tristan pulled out. He threw me on my back, causing a surprised gasp to flutter from my lips. He reached for the hem of my shirt, tugging it off in one swoop before doing the same with the bra I wore. My nipples pebbled from the change in temperature, desire starting to pool in my abdomen like before.
“Eat her pussy for me,” Tristan demanded. “Let this be my gift to you.” I knew he also wanted me wetter for him, or for me to start feeling good so I’d fuck him back. The thought had repulsion twisting in my stomach.
Dominic didn’t even hesitate, drifting toward me. He knelt between my legs and buried his face in my pussy without a single word. Emotion welled up inside me, my hands instinctively drifting throughout his hair. He growled possessively, digging his fingers in my hips as he feasted. His tongue flicked over my clit with expert precision, sending shocks of electricity down my spine.
“Does that feel good?” Tristan asked, kneeling down beside me on the ground. He reached out, brushing my hair from my face and peering down at me with admiration.
“Yes,” I whimpered, grinding my pussy against Dom’s face.
Tristan lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me much softer than any of the other times he’d done it. I didn’t know what to think of it, but it terrified me. Dominic must have seen it, because his grip tightened even more around me, his teeth nipping the inside of my vagina. A gasp slipped past my defenses, bleeding into Tristan’s mouth. Tristan wrapped his hand around one of my breasts, flicking his thumb over my nipple while Dominic continued to eat me out.
Desire pooled and pooled and pooled until I was on the brink of exploding.
“Don’t let her come,” Tristan ordered, pulling away from me. “I need her horny and worked up for this.”
Just as I was about to release, Dominic pulled away. Frustration tumbled through my body in violent waves and a whimper left me in response to the denied orgasm. I wanted Dominic. Not this piece of shit who got off on harming and torturing women for sport.
Once Dominic stepped away, Tristan took his place, positioning himself between my thighs again. He propped my legs over his hips before sliding into me. He went in much easier than before, and it felt much better.
“Please,” I cried out, tears brimming my eyes.
I didn’t want it to feel good. I didn’t want to like this. But for some reason, Tristan wanted to make this enjoyable for me. It had to be another mind game. There was no other alternative.
Tristan cocked his hips back and slammed into me ruthlessly, pounding me into the hard floor. My breasts jostled between us, shame filling every crevice of my body.
“Goddamn,” he grunted. “She’s so wet now.”
Dominic scoffed, but it was drowned out by the sounds of mine and Tristan’s heavy breathing. “You’re welcome for that,” Dom grumbled, taking credit for turning me on.
Desire pooled in my stomach, more prominently than before. My hands fisted through Tristan’s hair, and I tugged, making his neck bend. He hissed out in response, not letting up as he continued fucking me at the same pace. He lowered his mouth to mine, sliding his tongue through my parted lips instantly.
It felt so goddamn good. I couldn’t even think.
There was something about Tristan that intrigued me. Not in the way one might think. I wasn’t crushing on him or anything close. But I was physically attracted to him, and curious with how his mind worked. He was easily the worst person I’d ever met, andeven with that knowledge, my body still welcomed him. My control was slipping through my fingers, heat spreading through my belly like wildfire. This place had fucked with my head. It was the only plausible explanation. Tristan not only impregnated a woman, but he murdered her and forced me to eat her … Nope. Not going there. If that wasn’t bad enough, he obliterated Emerson less than a day later.
My hands raked through Tristan’s hair with ferocity, and I told myself it was because I wanted to cause him just a little bit of pain. But in truth, I was lying to myself. His hair felt good between my fingers, and when he released those small hisses of pain and pleasure, it turned me on more. I had this horrible, evil man at my fingertips, andIcontrolled his pain and pleasure.
