Page 19 of Beg for It

CHAPTER NINETEEN

BLAIR

Idouble back, picking a different direction, but it’s cost me precious time.

“Blaiii-rrr.”

Eli’s taunts carry through the maze, but I have no idea where from. All I know is that he sounds a hell of a lot closer than I expected him to be.

My feet pound along the dirt, kicking up fallen corn husks.

I don’t want him to catch me.

I want him to catch me.

I don’t.

I do.

I—

“I can hear you, Blair.”

Blood pulses in my ears, a steady thump, thump, thump.

“You better run faster.”

His dark words sink into my spine. The air is tinged with the metallic tang of iron. I’m practically wheezing, fighting to breathe as I try to navigate the corn maze. The cool breeze bites into my skin as I slap stray stalks from blocking my path.

I can hear his feet pounding on the ground not far behind me, the distance between us closing far more quickly than I’d anticipated.

Instead of being afraid, twisted excitement sparks through my veins and spurs me forward. This cat and mouse game is utterly exhilarating in the most fucked-up way.

“It’s like you’re begging for me to fuck you, baby.”

Slick arousal drips down my thighs, and my cheeks flush as I’m unable to deny the way his twisted words turn me on.

I curve around the next corner, slamming right into a brick wall.

“Hello, Blair.”

Not a brick wall.

Eli.

How?

He grips my shoulder to stop me from falling back, his fingers singeing my bare skin. The blade of the balisong rests under my chin, tilting my head up to face him. Those ice blue eyes sparkle with madness and heat, adrenaline blowing his pupils wide in a way that should terrify me but doesn’t.

Flecks of dark blood coat his strong jawline, and more drips down the side of his face from the gash in his brow.

Salty sweat clings to his forehead, locks of brown hair sticking to the bruised skin.

Brett and Riley really did a number on him, but even with all the cuts and marks, I’m drawn toward him.

I try to reject the pull.

This is Eli Cross we’re talking about.

I’m not supposed to feel this way about a nobody like him.

Except…he isn’t really a nobody.

The Eli Cross everyone knows is completely at odds with the persona he has created online.

Phantom is a viral sensation. He is a video game legend who brings in hundreds of thousands of viewers and scores brand deals people could only dream of.

Women thirst over his photos and videos, commenting the type of R-rated stuff you see in an all-sex-no-plot romance novel.

He is probably the biggest success to come out of our graduating class…

and yet, my brain just can’t make it make sense.

My friends hate him, our peers fear him, and the town avoids him. He’s supposed to just be an outcast with a knife obsession.

A knife you let him fuck you with.

That pulse runs through my treacherous core again, and I squeeze my thighs together to stave off the need.

Eli releases my shoulder, his hand pushing between my thighs, forcing them back open.

“What are you doing?” I press my palms against his chest, pushing him away. But my panic backfires as I stumble, feet tangling beneath me, sending my ass right to the hard ground.

“Exactly what I promised.”

He’s on top of me before I can even blink, hand around my neck and hips between my thighs. He’s already hard, and I can’t stop the breathy gasp that spills from my lips when I feel his length press against my center.

“You’re just going to screw me on the ground in the middle of a corn maze? Not exactly romantic.” I try to muster up an ounce of courage in the words I project.

“Romantic was never part of this game, and it’s not what you want, princess.” His grip tightens around my throat, and my hips squirm, need coursing through me as I struggle to pull in air. He smirks, knowing he has me caught.

I can spout as many lies as I want, but Eli knows my wicked truths. He’s seen my comments, he’s drawn his blade over my skin, and he’s choked me with his cock until I couldn’t breathe.

I want this even though I shouldn’t want this.

He tugs down the elastic neckline of my dress, my breasts popping out into the night breeze.

The chill that pebbles my nipples is instantly contrasted by the hot heat of his tongue circling the tightened peaks.

My gasp is strangled with his hand still clutching my neck.

I subconsciously wrap my legs around his waist, seeking more.

My nipples have always been sensitive, so when he tugs them between his teeth, I writhe with complete abandonment beneath him. “More,” I plead. My arms circle his back, nails digging into the curves of his shoulder blades.

He licks and sucks and tugs, driving me more and more mad.

He runs his tongue over the X mark he carved earlier, and a sharp sting works its way to my needy pussy.

“Oh, God,” I pant. “Yes.”

He bites the soft flesh of my breast, and I cry out as pain melts into pleasure. Again and again, his teeth mar my skin while his other hand squeezes and tugs. My hips grind with reckless want along his stiff length, my pussy feeling hollow as he winds me tighter.

“You act so prim and proper” –bite, lick— “but you’re a slut for the pain” –bite, lick— “and I fucking love watching you beg and break.”

His words rumble along my sensitive skin as I hear the telltale sound of his pants unzipping.

He lifts his face from between my boobs, trailing his tongue up the center of my breastbone.

Carnal desire swirls through his gaze, and I’m lost to his eyes as he continues up and up until his lips hover above my own, our breaths mingling with pent-up desire.

The hot, heavy weight of his velvety cock presses against the slick wetness of my core. He grinds his hips up and down, coating his dick in my arousal, the throbbing head pushing against my entrance with every pass.

We let out matching groans as the sensation builds. I’ve never wanted to be fucked more in my life than at this very moment. It’s driving me insane. My pussy is begging for relief, the need coiling tighter and tighter as he continues to tease me with his cock.

“I’m going to fuck this pussy so hard, you won’t be able to walk for days.” He pins both wrists above my head.

He grinds his hips, and I squirm, desperate for him to fill me, to fulfil the words he just spoke.

“Look at you, chasing after my cock.” He leans close. “Tell me, princess, how bad do you want it? How bad do you want me?”

“I—”

His head nudges my entrance, and I choke off with a heady gasp.

“Sorry, what was that?”

Asshole.

Honestly, I can’t even be mad. I’m too delirious with this burning need that won’t go away. I’m so desperate. It should sicken me how much I want this, want him.

But I do. God, I fucking do. And I haven’t come this far not to come. I haven’t put my reputation on the line not to be railed within an inch of my life on my back, raw, in this damn field.

“I want you. Please, Eli, fuck me.”

Heat flashes in his eyes, his grip on my wrists tightening with a sharp sting, but it just adds to my need.

His throbbing crown nudges my entrance again, but this time he doesn’t pull back.

He pushes in and—oh my fucking God, how is he that big?

I swear it didn’t seem this huge earlier when I sucked him off, but right now it is like his cock is taking up all the real estate in my pussy, leaving no room for me to breathe.

My lips part in a wordless gasp as he fills me inch by inch until his balls hit my ass.

“Fuck, Blair. This pussy was fucking made for me,” he grunts.

He slowly pulls back out, never taking his eyes off me, and it feels strangely intimate...until he slams back in as I let out a scream.

My cunt is pulsing under his brutal plundering. Thrust after thrust after thrust. His pace is out of this world, completely overtaking any rational thought that could possibly enter my mind. I become a prisoner to his punishment, submitting myself to him.

“Look at how your pussy just swallows me. You’re taking my cock so fucking well.”

Sweat gathers on his toned chest with each powerful push. He hits deeper than ever before, pulling a cry from somewhere deep within me. Fuck. It feels like he is going to rip through my stomach. I’m so damn full. He is taking over every inch of my body, claiming me.

His lips find the curve of my neck, and I jerk as his teeth tease the sensitive slope.

He grazes along the flesh before sucking hard.

His hips jerk in rhythm as he leaves what will undeniably be hickeys all over my neck.

The pressure of his hot tongue sends a shiver throughout my body, and my pussy clamps around his cock.

I roll my hips, meeting him stroke for stroke, chasing after the wave that keeps breaking at the shore. I can feel myself getting close as he invades my every sense.

“Fuck, Blair,” he curses out before his teeth pierce my flesh.

I let out a scream as he bites harder, no doubt breaking skin. The burning pain sends me over the edge, and I come around his cock without warning. There’s no stopping the release that pours out of me as I get high off the pain and pleasure coursing through my veins like a drug.

Even though I’m a spent mess of sensitive nerves, Eli continues pounding into me. He fucks me like a beast. Raw and unrelenting. He takes and takes and takes until I worry there’s nothing left for me to give.

His strong hand wraps around my throat, and a spark of arousal zaps my core. His fingertips dig into the soft flesh, palm pressing against my windpipe until I’m only able to give shallow breaths. Harder, I want to beg him, but he is fucking me with such ferocity I can’t even form a coherent word.

“Next time, I want to hear you scream my name when you come.”

“Ph—” I choke off the sound as he squeezes my throat even more tightly, that hot, tingly feeling increasing in my cheeks as the world starts to turn to a hum.

“My name, Blair. I want you to admit that I own this pussy.”

I’m so sensitive, so sore, but his thrusts are ruthless, like he is punishing me and worshiping me at the same time. Deeper and deeper, he bottoms out, filling me so completely it’s almost painful.

I don’t even realize that I’m crying.

Tears spill down my cheeks as every sensation just becomes too damn much.

“You look beautiful when you’re a mess. My mess.”

I struggle to swallow against his grip. I’m getting less and less oxygen, but it’s only driving me higher and higher. This man is owning every inch of my body, but I don’t feel trapped, I feel free.

My orgasm builds again, and I didn’t even think something like that was possible so soon.

I’m completely robbed of my every thought as I become his.

Black spots begin to fill my vision, and there is a small surge of panic that has my basic instincts kicking in, my hand reaching up to claw at his forearm in desperation.

He smiles at my struggle, and his thrusts get even more erratic.

This depraved man is getting off on bringing me to the edge of death. But I’m addicted to his darkness and no different than his demon. My orgasm hits its peak as I fight to breathe.

He releases my throat, and cool air comes rushing back in. “Elliott,” I gasp out. The sudden high from oxygen filling my lungs has me spasming around his cock. I come so hard that I just about pass out from the sensation, eyes rolling back in my head.

No one told me sex could ever be like this.

I’m worried he’s broken me for anyone else.

And if he has, what does that mean for me?

How do I survive after tonight? Do I even want to?

Eli pulls out, fisting his cock as he comes all over my chest, painting it white with his cum as he moans. It’s a vision more ethereal than any painting in a museum. I will replay this moment for as long as I have the memory. A dark god towering above me, rewarding me with our depraved passion.

His cock twitches in his hand as he smiles down at me, and my heart just about stops in my chest. He doesn’t look at me like I’m some trophy to be carried on his arm.

He doesn’t look at me like a piece of glass that is going to break.

He doesn’t look at me like a pair of new white shoes he is afraid of dirtying.

No, Elliott Cross looks at me like I am his salvation, as though my existence only provides him with more power.

My body starts to give out, the orgasms and adrenaline slowly filtering out of my system.

I’m terrified that once the sun rises, I will never be the same.