Page 31 of Brutal Union
“You’d be so wet for me,” he murmurs, and I can hear the strain in his voice, the way he’s holding back. “Dripping for me. Only then would I spread your legs wide. So wide you’d feel the stretch, the ache.”
FuckI arch off the couch. The image. The feeling is almost unbearable as I pump my fingers deeper, faster.
“I’ll tease you with the tip of my cock until you’re begging me to push inside. “And when I finally slide inside, you’d feel every inch, just like I promised. Stretching you, filling you completely.”
I cry out, my body tightening around my fingers as I imagine him thrusting into me, hard and deep, just like he said. “More,” I beg, my voice breaking. “Tell me more.”
“I’d fuck you slow at first,” he says, his words coming faster now, more urgent. “Making sure you feel every movement, every stroke. But then… then I’d lose control. Pounding into you so hard you’d feel it in your chest, your throat. You’d scream my name, over and over, until your voice was raw.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my fingers working furiously now, my body trembling on the edge of release. “Yes, Sho, please…”
“Come for me, Nadia,” he commands, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. “Come on my cock like the dirty slut you are.”
The image is too much, and I feel myself teetering on the edge. “Please,” I beg, my voice breaking as I feel the first waves of pleasure crash over me.
“That’s it,” Sho murmurs, his voice soft but commanding. “You’re going to fucking cum for me, Nadia.”
And just like that, I’m falling, my body convulsing as the orgasm crashes over me in waves. I cry out his name, my fingers still buried inside me as I ride out the pleasure, my mind blank except for the sound of his voice in my ear.
When I finally come down, my chest heaving and my skin slick with sweat, I hear him let out a low groan. “Fuck, Nadia,” he mutters, and I can tell he’s touching himself too, his breathing ragged and uneven. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
“Good girl,” Sho says, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Now, that you're ready for me. I should finish you off.”
“Then you better get on a flight right now.” I breathe out heavily.
“I’ll do you one even better,” he smirks.
My brows knit as I glance toward the window—blinds cracked just enough to see across the road, perched on the front stoop of the building opposite mine, a shadow standing still.
The phone is still to his ear. My stomach knots. “Sho?” I breathe.
He lifts a hand and waves—slow, taunting.
“Get your ass over here,” I command. “Time for--”
A white-hot blast tears through the house, fire clawing through walls like hands made of flame. The floor buckles. The windows shatter inward with a shriek of glass. I’m thrown backward off the couch, the force of it knocking the air from my lungs.
Pain slices through me. A scream dies in my throat.
Heat—everywhere.
My ears are ringing, bones rattling from the shock. Smoke pours in through every crack. Somewhere, the fire alarm screeches like a dying animal.
The last thing I see before everything blurs is a pair of heavy boots stepping through the haze. Fast. Precise.
Gloved hands grip me hard and drag me across the burning floor.
And then?—
Darkness.
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“Nadia…”I groan, the sound dragging itself from somewhere raw and buried deep in my chest. My voice is hoarse—grated by smoke, by pain, by the scream I didn’t have time to release. I press the heel of my palm to my forehead, grinding it against the throb blooming sharp and white behind my eyes. It’s not just pain—it’s pressure, like something trying to crack my skull open from the inside.
The world wavers. Heat distorts the air. Everything around me is vibrating, trembling at the edge of collapse.
