Page 158 of Endgame
“Shut up.”
One shove and he’s fully seated inside me. Bottoming out. So deep, I feel him everywhere.
I need more. So much more, as I pull him down by his neck.
Everett groans when my breasts graze his clothed chest. But he doesn’t submit to lust. He doesn’t submit to anyone, closing his fingers around mine, harder than before.
Forcing me to push the button.
“Oh,fuck.” His teeth gnash when I shock him.
Since our bodies are joined, a low current runs through me as well. My pussy clenches around him, my lust stronger than ever.
So is his. Everett rails me, fucking me through the pain.
“Aurora.” The veins of his throat bulge. His hot gaze is the epitome of satisfaction. I can feel every drag of his cock throughout my entire body. “Say you forgive me.”
Talking is impossible. I’m being wrecked by the hottest man I’ve ever known—the most intimidating, the most commanding.
Even with electricity tearing through him, he takes it. Endures it.
He doesn’t have to, and I won’t let him. Enough is enough.
“I forgive you,” I moan, gasping. “I forgive you.”
“Thank you. God, thank you for forgiving me. Good girl.” The collar is gone. “That’s my good fucking girl.”
Driven insane with want, he drags my leg up, bends it hard at the knee, and throws my foot onto his shoulder. I’m spread helpless beneath him, made to take him deeper.
“You’re mine.”
I am. Every brutal thrust reminds me. Every inch of me belongs to him. I let him use me, let him shove his thumb into my mouth, dragging it in and out while he pounds me.
“Take my finger the way you take my cock,” he growls. “Make it wet.”
I’m drowning in him, not knowing where one ends and the other begins. Nevertheless, I obey him. I get spit on his thumb, licking it, sucking it in.
Over and over. I don’t stop. More. I want more of him.
“Greedy girl.” With a filthy pop, his thumb is out of my mouth.
A string of my saliva connects us, turning Everett into an animal. He growls. Fucks me into the bed. Finds my clit and rubs.
The cry I release is just as feral.
He ignores me, forcing another orgasm from my wrung-out body. His fingers dig into my raised thigh, burying into me. Marking me.
Showing his ownership of me.
“I hate you,” I lie again, teasing him, riling him up. I’m already high on the pain, floating and crashing simultaneously, and I want more. “I hate you.”
“Hate me, love me,” he grunts out, thickening inside me. “Makes no difference to me whatsoever.”
“Hate…” I’m swollen, wet, and stretched to my limit. And I don’t stop. “You.”
“You’ll come for me when I tell you to.” Everett rubs me through another torturous climax. “You’ll be mine forever because I said so.”
Apparently, my collar wasn’t thrown to the floor. My monster has it back in his hand. He’s pinning it to my abused clit. Ready to push me past another limit as he reaches for the remote.
