One Dirty Night

Strike.

Strike.

I no longer felt the individual lashing, only the accumulation of sweet, sweet agony.

It filled me with smoke. It carried me away on the wind. It drowned me in the sea. And blinded me like the sun.

“Goddammit, why did you have to feel so good?” Hunter choked, his savage pumps getting deeper, quicker as I clawed at him. “I wanted to last longer than this.”

A flash of crimson filled my hazy vision as I drew first blood on his throat.

“Fucking hell, you truly are a witch.” He bit my collarbone hard. A punishment. A reprimand for making him bleed.

In another world, I might’ve felt shame and stopped.

In this world, I merely gave myself over to the colour, the rust, the essence, and when his hand came up and wrapped around my throat, I gave in.

The orgasm that’d been haunting me ever since I saw that damn flyer this afternoon chose that moment to twist into something monstrous. Something I wouldn’t survive. Something that would shred me limb from limb and leave me dying on the floor.

Up and up.

Tighter and tighter.

“That’s it. Fuck, I feel you tensing. You’re so tight. So impossibly, deliciously tight.” Hunter pounded into me, black hair falling into his eyes, all while his hand tightened around my neck. I breathed only because he let me. I existed because he permitted it.

And I hovered on that final blistering edge, not able to fall off it because he hadn’t said I could.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Please.”

“Wait.” Hunter spun me around and shoved me onto the bed.

My back blazed.

My eyes flew wide as he stood over me, his feet connecting with the floor, all while my legs locked around his thrusting hips. Nick stood behind him, watching every pump of another man’s cock disappear inside me, driving me into madness. Throwing the flogger to the side, Nick unzipped his jeans, kicked them off, then grabbed his own cock, coming to the edge of the bed as Hunter spread my knees, holding them down and wide as he hurt me in an entirely different way.

Barbaric.

Cruel.

But wanted.

Oh, so wanted.

My eyes locked with Nick’s as Hunter fucked me harder than anyone had before and the pain in his gaze echoed the pain on my back. Pain of wanting. Pain of denying. Pain of lusting.

Just pain.

“Come, Ella,” Nick whispered torturedly. “Come so your bargain with him is complete, and he can get the fuck out of you.”

Folding over me, Hunter pressed his mouth to mine, distracting me. He licked me deep, his kiss not nearly as violent as his thrusts. And when he murmured, “Come.” Right into my soul, I erupted.

My head flew back.

My mouth parted wide.

And my entire body detonated.

Wave after wave.