Page 71 of Atone

I swallow, not answering, frozen in fear and pleasure and euphoria as he continues to rock his fingers.

“I told him no, just like you did. And then I cut it from his mouth and let him choke on his blood.” Alex’s eyes are so dark they’re terrifying.

Even knowing Oxy lived doesn’t wipe the image frommy mind. It’s sick, and I hate that my pussy clenches around Alex’s cock at the thought of it.

“You like that, don’t you?” He rubs my clit, and I’m burning up. “You like that I did thatfor you?”

I shouldn’t like it. Alex went too far. He should be arrested. Or better yet, locked back up in Montgomery Psychiatric Ward. So why am I unbearably slick as he slowly slides his cock in and out to tease me?

“You wanted to know if there’s ever getting enough of you?” Alex kisses my neck, and my eyes flutter closed. “There is noenough. There is nolimit. You are infinite, and anyone who thinks otherwise just can’t handle you. But I can, and I will, to any ends. Whether you fight me on it or not. That’s a promise.”

He slowly pulls back, thrusting his cock deep. I’m barely in my mind—my skin. I’m lingering with the static in the air. The universe is pulling me apart.

With one hand, Alex plays with my clit, and with the other, he soaks his fingers where I’m dripping onto him. He takes that wet hand and moves it behind me, putting pressure on my tight hole.

“Are you going to be a good girl, Mila?” His fingers edge in, breaching the barrier. “Are you going to let me play with what’s mine?”

One nod is all it takes for him to send his cock and finger deep at the same time, filling both holes. Fucking me in every way while his thumb moves in tune with his movements. I’m full. Bursting.

Desperate to grab hold of him.

Part of me wishes I could resist the climax cresting to the surface in retaliation for him refusing to let me touch him. Or to prove that he doesn’t get to break me open without doing the same. But Alex won’t allow it.

He takes.

He claims.

Alex’s teeth nip at my neck as he caresses my core, and when his tongue drags the shell of my ear, I fall apart.

The lights of the carnival blur, and the swirl of the carousel bleeds with the night. My sweaty palms grip the cool glass, and Alex holds me in his arms as I shatter. My body shivers, and the whole world seems to fall apart.

Alex holds me there until my knees find their strength. Only then does he step back, pulling out and leaving me empty.

“Wait—” I mumble around the panties, forgetting they were there and pulling them out of my mouth. “What are you doing?”

I spin just as he finishes the zipper and button on his pants. He snatches my underwear out of my hand, pocketing them.

My eyes widen. “You didn’t get off?”

“That was never the plan.”

“But you’re just—you can’t just—you’re serious?” I press my palm to my forehead, confused.

“Dead serious.” Alex steps forward, cupping my jaw. “I got what I needed, Mila.”

“My orgasm? My underwear? What? What did you get?” Because it certainly wasn’t an orgasm.

“Your attention.” He leans in, brushing his mouth over mine. “I want you to think about that while we go play a few games with your friends. And if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you lick yourself off my cock later.”

23

RUMOR HAS IT

MILA

I’m still squirmingas Alex offers his hand to help me from the carousel platform. He refused to give me back my underwear after what we did, so I’m careful with how I step. Not as confident about how my skirt will make it too easy to flash people now that I don’t have any underwear on.

At least Alex seems as uninterested in people looking up my skirt as I am. He positions his body to block anyone’s view until my feet find solid ground.