Page 107 of You Were Always Mine
“You’ll never hide from me, Scar. Not your body. Not your taste. Not a single fucking thing.”
He finally pulls his fingers from my mouth, saliva and slick stringing between us. I gasp, chest heaving, thinking for one second the torment is over?—
—but then his wet hand is sliding down my throat, smearing everything across my skin, leaving a hot, filthy trail that makes me shiver in shame. He drags lower, over the hollow of my collarbone, between my breasts, slow enough that I know he’s savouring the humiliation.
“Kai…” My voice cracks, trembling, but he only smirks, his eyes locked on mine like he’s peeling me open inch by inch.
His soaked fingers slip under the band of my jeans, finding the heat between my thighs again, still sticky from his first assault. He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t hesitate. He shoves them back inside me with a brutal thrust, burying the mess he just made me taste.
“Feel that?” he growls against my ear. “That’s you. That’s all you. And you’re going to take every drop, every second, until you admit you’re mine.”
I choke on a sob, legs trembling, caught between wanting to scream and wanting to beg him to never stop.
His fingers drive into me again, slow, deliberate, knuckles pressing so deep I can feel the stretch burn. I gasp, clawing at his shoulders, but he pins me tighter against the wall like he’s nailed me there, his palm grinding down until my hips are bucking helplessly.
The wet sound fills the silence between us, obscene and humiliating, and every thrust is slower than the last, like he’s measuring exactly how far he can push before I snap.My head tips back against the plaster, eyes burning, shame and heat knotting in my chest.
“Kai—” It’s a broken whisper, nothing more.
He bites my jaw, snarling, “Don’t you dare cum.” His fingers curl just right, cruel, and I scream against his mouth, every nerve sparking. “Not until I say. You’ll ride the edge for me, Scar. You’ll beg me for it.”
I sob, writhing, my body shaking so violently it feels like it might tear itself apart. My thighs are slick, my jeans pushed halfway down, his wrist grinding where I’m already drenched.
“Kai, please,” I gasp, choking on the words, “I can’t?—”
He shoves harder, curling, twisting, his thumb circling cruel patterns over the ache he knows I can’t ignore. “You can. You will. You’re going to break for me right here, and you’re going to like it.”
Every muscle in me is screaming for release, but he keeps me dangling, trembling, a wreck against him—every filthy thrust designed to destroy without giving.
The word please is still on my lips when his control breaks.
His fingers, so cruel a second ago, drive mercilessly deep, twisting and grinding, every thrust faster, harder, until I’m screaming into his shoulder. My body shatters, the release tearing through me so violently I don’t even realise I’m crying until his mouth is at my ear, groaning low, guttural, like my sobs are feeding him.
I claw at him, clinging, riding the flood of sensation as he forces me through it, not easing, not stopping, dragging me into another wave until my thighs spasm around his wrist. Shame burns through the pleasure, but I can’t stop—I’m breaking against his hand, wet andruined.
“Kai,” I sob, his name ripped from me like a confession, my voice hoarse.
He growls, teeth scraping my neck. “That’s it. Break for me. Don’t you ever hold back from me again.”
My vision whites out, trembling so hard I can barely breathe, every nerve singing, every muscle limp, as he wrings the last of my strength out of me with those filthy, relentless fingers.
I think it’s over. I think he’ll let me breathe.
But his fingers never leave me.
He curls them deeper, his palm grinding cruelly against me, dragging another scream out of my raw throat. My body jerks, begging for mercy I don’t have words for, because he won’t let me speak. His mouth is on my jaw, swallowing every sound like it belongs to him, his breath hot and ragged while mine is shattered.
“Don’t fight it,” he growls, and I can feel his smile against my skin when I thrash, when I cry. “You begged me to replace him, Scar. That means you’re mine to ruin.”
Another wave slams into me, harder, dirtier, ripping through nerves that should be numb but aren’t—he won’t let them be. He presses harder, circles sharper, relentless until I’m sobbing in humiliation at how easy it is for him to tear me apart again.
“Look at you,” he whispers, voice almost reverent, almost broken. “Soaking my hand. Shaking all over me. Pathetic little liar.”
I choke on a sob. “I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can. And you will. Until I decide you’ve had enough.”
He thrusts faster, meaner, his thumb pinning my clit like he’s punishing me for even daring to think of stopping, and the world dissolves. Pleasure burns through myveins until I’m clawing at his shoulders, begging wordlessly, drowning in everything he’s forcing out of me.
