Page 12 of Buried in Blood

He sets me down, twirling me to face the table.

“Face down,” he commands.

I obey, resting my face against the grainy wooden table. I stare out into the night sky, wondering what life would have been like if he did die.

He rips down my pants, trailing his fingers over my fold.

“I love it when you’re ready for me,” he says as he glides his finger inside of me. Stretching me.

“You’re always so wet for me… like a good fucking girl,” he praises.

I whimper. His words of praise have always had an effect on me. I just wish they didn’t. I wish he were someone else. Literally anyone else.

He removes his fingers, trailing my wetness up to my ass. He presses his finger in, and I let out a soft moan.Fuck him.

I push back against him, and a heavy hand slaps across my ass.

“So fucking eager,” he says in a feral tone. He removes his finger, and I hear the clanking of metal dropping to the floor.

His hard length presses against my pussy, as he slides in slowly. Coating himself. He removes it and presses the tip against my ass. He grips my hips firmly, and the burning sensation overwhelms me. I feel the sting as he enters me. I let out a moan as he puts himself completely in. Fuck. It feels good.

He pounds into me harder, stretching my ass to accommodate him.

I feel my arousal running down my leg. He reaches his hand between my legs and rubs against my clit. His fast circles have me tipping over the edge.

Blackness lines my vision as stars dance across. Warmth builds in my core. I shudder as I reach my climax.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we have a problem,” Reese says from across the table. I look down the table, watching him as he leans against the doorway. I’m still shaking on the table from my orgasm.

“Can’t it fucking wait?” Damien says as he continues to slam into me. I let out another whimper.

Reese makes eye contact with me for a second, looking utterly annoyed.

“No,” he says dryly.

Damien pulls himself out of me and slides up his pants quickly.

“This better be fucking good. Come on.”

Damien exits the room behind me as I lie on the table. Reese walks towards the exit, stopping once to let his eyes scan over my body.

Then he leaves.

I am left on the table. Feeling disgusted with myself.

I just know that if whatever Reese had to say wasn’t worth it, I’ll pay the price.

6

Lucien

“We did it. We made it into the camera’s view,” Dante says to me. I’ve never heard him more excited.

“Fuck yeah!”

We high-five.

After we went through all of the files Silas gave us, we realized just how far off the deep end Damien really is. He has lost his fucking mind.