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“Thought you were sore.” I slide a finger inside her channel as I pull her clit back into my mouth. She clenches around my finger. A hiss of pain fades into a moan as I press up against her G-spot lightly. I don’t want her to come. Not yet. She’s going to stay right on the edge where I put her and she’ll learn who’s in charge.
She gasps. “Fuck! Oh my God, I’m going to—”
I pull away from her. I can see her sweet pussy clenching around nothing.
“No! God! Wolf, please, I need to come. Please. Please.”
I chuckle darkly. “I told you that you were going to beg. Ask nicely for what you want. Use your words.”
She writhes beneath me. Her body is tight, a sheen of sweat starting to form.
“Wolf. Fuck me. Please. I need it.”
I rub my cock along her slit. I need her to beg me. “How do you want it, baby?”
“Hard. Please, fuck me hard. Please.” Her voice has gone up an octave. There’s a tear in the corner of her eye. It makes its way onto her cheek as she squeezes them shut. She seems to get off on humiliation as much as she does with pain.
I notch my hard length at her entrance, ready. She wants control? This is her one chance. “You sure, Everleigh? You sure you want this? You might still be sore. This is going to hurt.”
She nods, frantic. “Please. Fuck me. Hard. Make it hurt. Please, I need—”
I drive inside her, sheathing myself in her in one vicious thrust. I pull back and plunge in again, even deeper. Her cunt clenches, gripping me in a vise, and she moans her release as I let her topple over the edge.
I hold myself still inside her as she recovers, then start to move again, slower this time. I want her to feel every inch, every ridge of my piercings. She lets out a whimper. Her pussy is tender from the way I fucked her in the woods, and now that she’s coming down from her climax, she’s feeling every bit of pain. I cover her breast with one hand, squeezing before I catch her nipple in a hard pinch.
I press my lips next to her ear. “Isn’t this what you wanted? You wanted to fuck me, didn’t you? Wanted to bring me to my knees?” I increase my speed, my force. Fuck, she’s tight. She’s going to feel this for days. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here, little rabbit. You’re mine.”
I flip her onto her stomach, then pull her hips back until she’s on her elbows and knees. She mewls as I pump into her, this angle letting me hit her G-spot with every hard stroke.
I feel it before she does, her cunt getting slicker as her body accepts this invasion and starts to let it feel good again. Her whimpers turn to moans, and her pussy tightens around me.
“That’s it, princess. Come for me, baby.” I reach around to pinch her clit as I bury myself deep inside her.
She comes, crying out my name in an explosive climax, her entire body tightening around me. The sound of my name from her lips pushes me over the edge, and I join her in the best fucking orgasm of my life as I empty into her.
17
Wolf
She’sgorgeouswhenshe’sasleep. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are slightly parted. I think this might be my favorite version of Everleigh.
Sure, I like the little spitfire who tried to fight me, the tough-as-nails girl who was ready to kill Bobby Martinez. But this Everleigh is innocent. She rolls over, away from me, and snuggles under the covers.
She’s too innocent, too pure, for a monster like me. I need to find a way to keep her protected without letting myself get attached. I don’t deserve someone like her, and she deserves much better than I could ever offer. I’ve reformed some areas of my life, the ones that sent me to prison. But I associate with bad people. I make a living—a damn good one, it turns out—killing people. I’m not the kind of man who has relationships or settles down.
She stretches next to me, then rubs the sleep out of her eyes, her head on the pillow. She’s relaxed, vulnerable. I love her like this, even though I know I shouldn’t let myself indulge in these feelings.
“Good morning.” I nuzzle my face in her hair. It smells like pine and summer. I didn’t even realize summer had a smell, but now I can’t forget it. Fuck, just the scent of her is making me hard.
She rolls toward me. Her chestnut-brown hair is messy around her face. “Good morning.” A sleepy smile stretches across her face, her cheeks flushed and her lips pink, even with no makeup. She has the sheets pulled up under her armpits.
I prop my head up with my elbow on the bed and my hand under my chin. I have a better view of her this way. “How are you feeling?”
She blushes, looking down at the bed. “Sore.”
I chuckle. I’m sure she’s thinking back on exactly what we did to make her that way, and sore is probably putting it mildly. I’ll have to make sure I didn’t cause any real damage to her beautiful pussy. She was tight, and I’ve never been even close to gentle with her.
“I’d imagine you are, princess. What exactly were you trying to get from me last night? Was that it? Just the sex?”
