Page 3 of Buried in Blood
He grabs the top of my ass, pulling me into his chest.
“I really fucking missed you,” he whispers against my neck. He rubs his erection into my stomach.
Even though I hate him, the sex is good. Likereallyfucking good.
“I fucking missed you, too,” I say in a sultry tone, pressing myself into him.
He has a skin fade and longer hair on top. Tattoos snake around his skull, and his jaw is chiseled. He appears to be the epitome of the alpha male. My wet dream, but I know how brutal this wet dream can be. I don’t actually want this forever. There’s no way it could ever work.
He sucks on my bottom lip, letting it pop when he releases it. A shiver racks my spine.
“What do you want to do…” I whisper.
“You know what I want to do.”
He quickly spins me around, forcing my face down onto his dresser. My head hits it with a thump. I feel pain exploding on my temple, but I don’t move. I can’t.
He pulls down my athletic shorts, exposing my bare ass to him. His hand kisses it with a violent slap. It echoes over the music.
“Fuck, baby.” He grabs onto my thick hips and squeezes tightly. He definitely is leaving marks on me today. Sometimes I don’t mind, I only care if they are on my face.
I feel my arousal gathering between my legs, just the way he likes.
He fists his cock, lining it up with my pussy, and he slams inside. I jump from the intense sensation. My face pressed into the cool wood of the dresser. I let him take me how he wants. It’s really not that bad. Like I said, he’s a good fuck.
He grips my hair, forcing my head up while he fucks me. Making me stare at myself in the mirror. His eyes are wild with desire. And mine? Mine are heavy. The intense warmth gathers in my core as he pounds into me.
“Don’t cum until I say you can,” he demands.
Iwhimper. I need to cum.
“P-please.”
My face gets slammed down into the dresser, and he pulls out of me. I feel warm liquid leaking onto my ass. Tears swell in my eyes.
I stand and turn around to see Damien standing there, looking triumphant.
“Next time, don’t be so fucking greedy,” he spits.
I nod, holding in the tears.
“Go clean yourself. You look like a fucking sad whore right now.”
He buckles his pants and exits the room. Leaving me standing there, covered in his cum. With nothing left, not even my fucking pride.
I take a deep breath and make my way to the bathroom. At least there I can cry in peace. It’s so fucking hard to keep my hard exterior when he chips away at it every day.
Why can’t I just leave?
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Damien
The best things in life are free.
Like Harmony. My queen.
Free to see. Free to use. Free to own.
