Page 65 of You Were Always Mine
His roar rips through me as he flips me, slamming me into the mattress, my legs thrown open, his weight crushing me down. His cock drives back inside me in one brutal thrust, stealing the breath from my lungs.
The air fills with the sound of his body pounding into mine, rough, relentless, every thrust a claim, every slam of his hips making the bedshake.
“Kai—” I sob, my voice splintering under the feral rhythm, my nails clawing at his shoulders, his back, anything I can hold on to as he takes me like I belong to him.
“Mine,” he growls, his forehead smashing to mine, sweat dripping, his breath ragged and filthy in my ear. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
I cry out, broken, the word tumbling past my lips even as shame claws at me. “Yours—Kai, I’m yours?—”
His snarl vibrates against my throat as he drives deeper, harder, his hand gripping mine and pinning it above my head, his other digging bruises into my hip.
And I let him destroy me.
I let him pound me into the mattress until the only thing left is his name on my lips and the raw burn of knowing I’ll never escape him.
One second I’m on top, grinding him into madness, and the next?—
I’m flat on my back, his weight crushing me, his handseverywhere, pinning me down like prey he’s done playing with.
His thrust slams through me so hard my scream rips out, muffled when his mouth crashes over mine, swallowing the sound. My nails claw his shoulders, his back, anything I can catch, but he doesn’t slow, doesn’t soften—he’s brutal, relentless, fucking me into the mattress like it’s the only thing he was born to do.
“Mine,” he growls into my throat, the word a snarl, a vow. “Say it, Scar. Say you’re mine while I fuck you.”
The bed creaks, the headboard cracks against the wall, the sound of skin on skin wet and obscene. My cries break into sobs, but my hips still buck up to meet him, betraying me, begging for more even as I choke out, “It’s wrong—so fucking wrong?—”
His teeth sink into my neck, sharp, punishing, his thrusts brutal enough to steal my breath. “Then burn with me. Rot with me. You’ll never crawl out of this bed again.”
I sob, shattered, my body clenching around him so hard I can’t breathe. He drags a filthy moan from me, his name spilling from my mouth in broken screams as he pounds deeper, harder, until there’s nothing left of me but heat, tears, and his cock inside me.
And still he doesn’t stop.
Not until I’m wrecked, ruined, screaming his name like a prayer and a curse all at once.
I try to twist away, my body too raw, too sensitive, but his hands are iron on my wrists, slamming them into the mattress above my head. His weight pins me, his hips pounding into mine with merciless rhythm, every thrust dragging another broken cry from my throat.
“Don’t run,” he snarls, sweat dripping into my mouth as he crushes his forehead against mine. “You take it.Every fucking second. Every scream. You take me until you can’t stand anymore.”
“I—I can’t—Kai, I can’t,” the words dissolve into a sob as my body betrays me, clenching hard, convulsing around him. Pleasure slams through me again, violent, unbearable, ripping a scream from my chest.
But he doesn’t stop.
His thrusts only get harder, filthier, his cock grinding deep as his thumb drags cruel circles over my clit, forcing me higher while I’m still falling.
“Cum again,” he growls, his voice broken, unhinged. “Scream for me again, baby sister. Let everyone hear how I’m destroying you.”
My vision whites out, my body arching helplessly beneath him as another orgasm rips through me, too sharp, too much. I’m sobbing, begging without words, my voice cracked and gone, but still he keeps going.
I can’t breathe, can’t think—only feel him, all of him, owning me, breaking me, forcing me to shatter again and again until I’m nothing but wrecked sound and trembling flesh beneath him.
And he whispers through my screams, filthy and sweet, every thrust driving his vow deeper into me:
“You’ll never escape this, Scar. Never.”
I try to twist away, but his hands are iron shackles, his weight crushing me into the mattress. Every thrust knocks the breath out of me, my sobs spilling wild and broken, but he doesn’t let up—not for a second.
His palm slides up, locking both my wrists above my head in one brutal grip. My arms burn from the strain, my body trembling as he slams deeper, harder, the bed shaking beneath us.
“Kai—please—” It comes out cracked, desperate, nothing but a sob.
