Page 76 of Crucible
The words that tumble from my lips burn me from the inside out with shame. “Please, Khalil. Please stop.”
“No.” Khalil tightens his hold on me as he fucks me harder.
Blood rushes to my middle, and I abandon the shard as my throbbing clit short-circuits my brain.
“I don’t want this,” I plead as much to myself as to him. I can’t stop throwing my pussy at Khalil to take. I can’t stop feeding this new sensation rising in my gut, curling my toes, and setting my blood on fire.
“Too fucking bad.”
I never in a million years expected to come from mere words.
It feels like a betrayal to myself when I bury my face in the pillow to muffle my cries. I fist the sheets and give myself over to this thing inside me that craves the depravity he offers.
Unwilling to let me hide, Khalil fists my hair and yanks my head up while I’m mid-scream. The broken sound pierces the quiet room and probably the cabin itself as I come so hard, my vision is a flash of blinding white.
I’m boneless after that.
Once I collapse onto my stomach, I can’t move, but Khalil doesn’t seem to care as he pulls out of me and lies on his back. “Sit on it,” he orders before I can even catch my breath.
I steal a peek at his dick and shudder at the thought. The flared purple head is slick with my juices and bobbing back and forth as he breathes hard.
Khalil takes it in his hand and strokes it once before turning his head to look at me with a raised brow when I take too long.
Dragging myself upright, I straddle him with my hands on his chest. Khalil handles the next part, positioning me so that I’m hovering over his dick. The weight of his hands on my waist increases until I get the hint, and I lower on my own. As he fills me once more, I don’t fight it this time—not until the pressure gets too intense, and I stop.
Khalil isn’t having it. “All the way down, Goldilocks.”
“You can’t be serious. You’re freakishly big, Khalil.”
“Should I call my brothers in here? Seth or Thorin could help stretch your pussy for me.”
I swear I hear a cough that sounds like it came frominsidethe room. When I turn my head to investigate, Khalil snaps his hips, and I gasp, my nails digging into his skin when he seats himself fully inside me.
“Oh, f-fuck you. You fucking bastard.”
“Aurelia.”
Rolling my eyes, I start to move back and forth slowly. It’s awkward at first, and I feel off balance, but it doesn’t last. I focus on his face, and soon, I start to notice what it does to him when I move my hips a certain way.
Khalil bites into his bottom lip when I bounce on his dick, but when I sway back and forth, he tilts his head back and groans.
I repeat the action while watching him closely. “Like this?”
“Hell yeah, baby. Like that.”
I figured out that I don’t feel as full if I lean forward, so I do. It puts our faces close together, and for a while, we just gaze at one another while he makes me pleasure him. There’s no sound in the room other than our heavy breaths and the sound of himmoving inside of me. Khalil’s hands are all over my ass, and I don’t want to like it, but the way he grips and spreads it like he owns me feels so good.
It’s nice when they touch me like they can’t get enough.
Eventually, his eyes start to close.
I mourn the loss until I realize this is my chance. I keep one hand on his chest and my gaze on his face as I quietly slip my hand under my pillow again. This time, I succeed in pulling the shard out.
No, I’m not ready to brave the icy wilderness.
But I can take this cabin.
I’ll wait until Khalil is done bleeding out and Thorin and Seth are asleep, and then I’ll do the same to them. The idea of murdering anyone—even them—makes me sick, but they’ve given me no choice.
