Page 137 of Shattered In Darkness

He picks up his knife, moving over to the body, where he presses one knee into Marcus’s chest, and with one smooth motion, he saws through the neck. Blood spurts up. Marcus’s head rolls away, eyes staring at nothing. Finally gone.

Brody drops the blade. He comes back to me and grabs my face in his bloody hands and kisses. “He can never touch you,” he snarls into my mouth, “You’re mine, only mine now.”

Marcus’s eyes are gone. Brody’s eyes are wild, anchoring me, putting me back together.

I can’t breathe.

There’s so much of him, everywhere. His hands on my face, his hips shoving me against the barn wall, his lips biting mine.

I see Marcus’s head, lolling in the corner, eyes open, lips peeled back in a dark red snarl. I can’t look away. I want to look away. Brody’s knee spreads my thighs. The dead man’s name slams through my head.

“Eyes on me, baby,” Brody says, forcing me to look at him.

Brody drags his mouth down my neck, leaving bruises. He rips my shirt the rest of the way off, palms my breasts, squeezes until my vision flashes white. Each bite, each twist, hurts. I want it all. I want worse than this.

His hand between my legs. Fingers rub rough at my clit, then push in, fast, mean. I’m already wet. Ready. Ruined, but burning for it. I can’t stop shaking.

He grins into the cut of my jaw, blood streaking his lips. “You’re mine,” he growls. His voice is gravel and hell and worship. “They can watch. All of them. You belong to me.”

I gasp, arching for the next touch. My nipples crush against his chest. I rake my nails across his back, and he doesn’t flinch. He wants it. He wants my marks everywhere.

He fucks two fingers up inside me, driving deep, curling and pounding, filthy and violent. My cunt clamps down, desperate and greedy, clinging for more.

He wrenches my head to show me the corpse. Marcus’s dead face, skin melting away. Staring. Watching.

Brody shoves his cock inside me. It’s thick, brutal, filling every inch. I can’t think. My back arches, banging my skull against the splintered wood.

He fucks me, wild, relentless. Each thrust sends me up the wall. My thighs burn, coated with our blood. Sweat drips down my chest, stinging the claw marks he left. The barn echoes with the wet slap of skin, and Brody’s savage breathing. He bites my neck, crushes my tit, hand twisting at my nipple. Pain blurs into pleasure. I moan for him, for everything he is and everything I’ll never get back.

Dragging my face to the right, he holds me with one big hand knotted in my hair. “Look,” he growls, voice thick, savage. “See him? That’s what I did for you. That’s what I’ll do to anyone who ever tries to take you again.”

My eyes go wide. Marcus. There’s nothing left but a head, staring, mouth gaping, blood pooling, skin curling away in the heat. And he’s watching me. Watching us. Watching Brody ruin me, own me, fuck me until I’m nothing but noise and bruises.

I can’t speak. I can barely breathe. My clit throbs. Each slap of Brody’s hips lights me up, burns every thought out.

He lets go of my hair, grabs my chin in his blood-slimed fist, and smears red across my lips. He kisses me shoving his tongue down my throat while fucking me harder.

His. Always. Forever.

The noise in the barn is breathless. Our bodies are wet and greedy, skin peeling, everything trembling with need. I can’t look away from Marcus. His dead eyes. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost. I want him to see what victory looks like, what it means to lose.

Brody’s voice is gravel. “You love how filthy you are. You love fucking me in front of him. Don’t you?”

I nod, shaking. My tits bounce with every thrust. My nipples are so hard they ache. I reach down, rub myself fast and cruelly while he slams me against the wall. He snakes a hand around my throat, squeezes. My eyes blur black at the edges. I love it. I love it. I could die with Brody’s hand on my neck and be happy.

He grins as he shifts, pulling out. I whimper, clawing at his back, trying to drag him back but he’s faster. He lays me flat on my back in the slime and hay and blood-soaked earth. Cold air gnaws at my skin.

Brody kneels between my legs. He shoves them open, so wide my groin throbs. My thighs tremble, knees to either side of his ribs, completely exposed, every ruined, filthy part of me on display.

He stares, eyes molten, dark. He drags two fingers through my wetness, smears it over my clit.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he growls, voice dropping like a stone.

He notches the head of his cock at my hole. My breath stops.

He pushes in, one hard thrust, all the way to the hilt. Too much. Too good. My pussy stretches around him. It hurts, the best kind of hurt.

He slides out. My body arches off the ground, chasing friction, chasing him. He shoves back in, brutal. I scream, and he covers my mouth with one hand, not to muffle me, just to own me, fill every hole, force everything I am to orbit him.