Page 92 of The Boy I Loved
His heated blue eyes were like beacons in the dim lighting. Even though Dominic was standing a mere few feet away, my gaze was pinned to the monster above me.
Suddenly, I understood it. Tristan made you feel desired, even if his methods were inhumane. Over time, girls grew comfortable with it, comfortable withhim—classic Stockholm Syndrome. He’d never win over my heart; I was far too smart for that, and I’d never stop hating him. But feeling him thrust inside of me made me want to throw caution to the wind and let fate take me where it may. He was much more brutal in the way he fucked than Dominic was. They were both brilliant at it, but they had different methods.
My mind spun. Why was I comparing the two?
A sudden pain shot through the side of my face and my head whipped to the right. I blinked through my blurry vision, attempting to figure out what had just happened.
The asshole fucking slapped me.
I scowled, rage burning through the lust that had taken over my system.
“No thinking,” he snarled. “Just feel.”
I’d feel alright. I’d feel my nails slice through his throat until Iwas digging out his remains and depositing them on the nasty, rotten floor.
“Sorry.” I grinned mockingly. “It’s hard to feel when I can’t feel anything.”
Dominic’s sharp intake of breath told me I may have just overstepped. But somehow, I didn’t think I did. Despite all of Tristan’s pathetic rules, he wanted me to fight him, to go against him, to sass him even. He enjoyed it, which was why he forbade it. But for some reason, he wanted me to defy him. It didn’t make any sense, and there was also a good chance that the time would come when I did just that and he punished me for it.
Luckily for me, that time wasn’t now.
Tristan’s lips twitched in response. “If you wanted me to go deeper, you could have said so without insulting me,” he purred.
He eased back slightly, channeling most of his weight on his legs. He pushed my thighs further apart before pushing all of his weight on top of me. My breath stuttered out as he slipped in, to the base of his cock, so deep that I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, which was saying a lot for the position we were in.
I couldn’t remember a time I’d felt so full.
A gargled sound rumbled through my throat, my pussy tightening around his thick girth. He eased back, offering me the tiniest amount of relief before driving back into me with so much force a scream tore from my throat. My nails dropped to his biceps, digging into the bare skin right beneath his sleeves.
His eyes glazed over, a different look contorting his features as he watched me. I couldn’t make sense of that either. I thought I’d been in control before, but it had become glaringly apparent. We were at each other’s mercy.
“I can’t watch this shit,” Dominic grumbled. “I’ll be outside. Hurry the fuck up.”
Guilt twisted through my stomach, but it was short-lived. Itwasn’t like I had any choice in the matter. And Dominic had been pretty quick to bury his face between my legs without my consent.
“Finally,” Tristan panted, just as the door shut, announcing Dom’s departure. “That was getting awkward.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” I forced out, barely able to speak from the intense pressure.
He jerked me down on his cock, pulling a half-scream, half-moan from my lips this time. Pleasure overpowered everything else. I’d never felt anything so intense before. It was like a high I couldn’t come down from. Sweat dampened his dark blond hair, his muscles straining with every thrust he pushed into my body. His deep groan told me just how much he was enjoying this, and for some reason, I liked that he was.
What did that say about me?
“I want to cum so deep in your pussy.” He groaned, tipping his head back and relishing the feeling of me wrapped around him.
Fear shot through my veins, my mind flashing back to Nia. I couldn’t have his kid. He’d kill me, and who knew what he’d do to the child. There wasn’t a single thing I’d put past him. The only thing remotely decent about him was his ability to work his cock, but even then, I wasn’t sure that was such a good thing considering he enjoyed using it as a weapon.
“No,” I forced out through shaky breaths, digging my nails into his biceps with more vigor.
He slammed into me again, causing my body to slide up the disgusting floor from the onslaught.
Ignoring my defiance, he peered into my eyes. From this position, while he was being pleased, the usual hard lines on his face were smooth. He looked like a normal guy, and that was the hardest part to wrap my head around.
I didn’t understand why he treated me differently. From what I put together by observation alone, he seemed to do that with his other ‘chosen’ girls too. It probably had to do with sex. We felt goodto him, and he enjoyed that, so he rewarded us. It was shallow, but he didn’t strike me as a deep guy to begin with.
My breathing became more frantic, a slick sheen glistening over my body from the exertion. Even though he was huge, and was as deep as humanly possible, I wanted even more from him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I used his body as momentum to grind myself down on his thickening member. He twitched inside me, a low groan rumbling through his chest. He paused his movements, allowing me to take over. His arms shook from where they were positioned near my head, but for whatever reason, he let me have this.
My head tipped back, my hair falling behind my shoulders and brushing against the ground beneath us. My moans echoed through the silent room, making it even more erotic.
