Page 6 of Grave Sins (Graveyard of Hearts Collection #2)

Archer gently pushes me to lie back before carefully kissing my inner thigh. Once more, a little higher before kissing the other thigh. “I need to hear exactly what you want, Maisy. I don’t want any room for anyone to get hurt.”

“I want you to rage-fuck me. I want all of you at whatever intensity you want,” I say.

“First, I want to take care of you,” he says. “I want to make sure you know that you are always going to be my priority.”

“Okay,” I say sweetly. “But not there. You aren’t just a one-time fuck. You deserve more than that.”

Archer stands and scoops me into his arms before carrying me upstairs. When we get into the master bedroom, he sits me on the bed with my head on the pillow before leaning down and kissing me. I groan against his lips, and he sits me up to pull my shirt off.

“I can’t be the only one undressed,” I say.

“I’ve… No one’s ever seen the scars,” he admits. “But you trusted me with yours…”

I watch as he sits up and pulls his shirt off.

I gasp when I see jagged scars across his abdomen and chest. I move up to my knees to trace my fingers across the scar tissue.

I follow the lines until I turn him to face away.

His back is worse, and tears come to my eyes.

Who would be so cruel to someone? What he did to Kendra was awful, and nothing excuses that, but humans can only take so much before they break.

It makes perfect sense why he turned into the villain, even if only temporarily.

“I’m so sorry, Arch. This is…”

“Ugly,” he mutters.

“No,” I snap, turning him to face me. “It’s fucking beautiful because you survived. All of these cuts on my arms and legs, do you think they make me ugly?”

“No. You’re gorgeous,” he says. “It’s not the same. I deserved those scars. I deserve far worse.”

“And I can’t wait to show you that you don’t,” I say as I move back to lie on the bed. I spread my thighs apart, and he groans as he shoves his jeans down and climbs into the bed to move between my legs. He has just boxers on as he crawls up and gently kisses inches above my pussy.

“You are perfect,” he mutters. “Just… perfect.”

“I’m broken,” I say.

“Broken looks so perfect on you, Maisy,” he says, dipping his head and slowly licking across my clit. “So sweet, Maisy. My perfect wife.”

“We aren’t married!” I gasp as he licks me again.

“Yet,” he says, gently sucking on me.

“Oh fuck!” I moan.

“I want you broken and begging me for mercy. Can you handle that?” He asks, sliding two thick fingers into my pussy.

“Mhmm,” I moan again.

“No mercy, Maisy. That means I don’t stop until I’m done,” he says. “If you want me… all of my darkness… all of my pain… understand that once that door is open, I won’t be able to see myself back. I will try, but I get too clouded to see past the memories.”

“Take care of me now, take what you need, and we can help each other after,” I say. “Even if you aren’t forever, I want to help you find your way back.”

“I’m supposed to be helping you, Maisy. Not the other way around,” he reminds me.

“Why not both?” I say. “Pain and sex have always been what I’ve turned to.

You get so clouded by memories that you can’t find your way back, so you are in a constant state of thinking you are going to hurt everyone.

I just met you today, and I already can tell that you are constantly punishing yourself for something that happened over a decade ago.

I want to help you see that you can have a future without your mistakes leading your future. ”

“What’s your point?” he asks with a smirk.

“My point is, let me help you out of the dark,” I say. “Use me as an outlet, and I can help guide you back.”

“What if I hurt you?” he asks.

“I mean, is your dick big enough to hurt me?” I ask. “Are you going to choke me out? Slam my head into something?”

“No, Maisy,” he laughs.

“Then boo-fucking-hoo. I get fucked really hard. If you’re concerned, use lube to make sure there isn’t any friction.”

“Are you sore from earlier?” he asks.

“I mean, my ass is definitely sore. Spit is a terrible lubricant,” I say. “So let’s maybe hold off on anal for a while.”

“First, I want to hear how sweet you sound when you come,” he says. He dips his head and starts licking and sucking my clit, making me moan and rock my hips against his mouth. He wraps his arms around my thighs, and I am quickly brought to screams as he eats my pussy.

“Oh my God! Oh God! Archer!” I cry out. Eventually, I move enough that he ends up rolling us and pulling me to sit on his face.

Like this, he can hold me down on his mouth, and I can’t escape it.

I don’t want to. I rock my hips and let him pull orgasms out of me like they already belonged to him.

He starts sucking at one point, but doesn’t let up.

I reach behind me, and his cock is not only massive, but he is hard.

I squeeze him through his boxers, and he growls against my pussy.

He sucks and bites at my clit, overwhelming me as I fumble to pull his cock out.

Once I free him, I start stroking him, and he is tense.

I don’t stop, mainly because my brain is melting from the constant stream of orgasms.

When he moans against my pussy, I tighten my grip and keep the same pace.

It’s hard to do behind my back, but I won't stop.

Even as I am screaming through orgasms. His cock twitches in my hand, and he explodes, covering us both with come.

His pleasure sends me over the edge, and I cry out as arousal floods from my body.

He drinks from me, pulling another orgasm free before finally letting me move.

I collapse on the bed, looking up at the ceiling and moving on the bed to meet my face.

“Sorry. I got carried away,” I laugh.

“You are a vicious little thing. You attacked me when I was vulnerable,” he jokes and kisses me when I smile at him. “Focusing on you during that helped more than I thought.”

“My brain hurts now,” I say, still catching my breath. “Is this weird for you?”

“No. Should it be?” he asks.

“Two men were inside of me tonight,” I say.

“That’s fine. I’ll be the last one inside of you tonight and every other night,” he says simply. “You fucked up and let me touch you, Maisy. I’m hooked on you.”

“Well, roll your ass over here and show me what you’ve got,” I say.

“So needy,” he murmurs as he kisses me. The world melts away as he stays connected.

He moves on top of me, and we don’t break away yet.

After a moment, he pulls back and reaches into his side table.

When he has the bottle in his hand, I watch the change in his eyes as he holds it.

He’s lost in memories, unmoving, just staring at the bottle in his hand.

I sit up and take the bottle, snapping him out of his daze.

He says nothing as he watches me spread my thighs and slowly drip the lube on my pussy.

After a moment, he uses his hand to spread it all over, pushing inside, too.

I pour some in my hand, and rage suddenly hits him when I take his cock into my hands. He grabs me by the hair, and he’s about to pull me away when our eyes connect.

“Keep your eyes on me, Archer," I say. “Say my name.”

“Maisy,” he growls. I continue to stroke his cock, making sure he’s triggered. Maybe that is a shitty move, but I want to push him until he breaks and fucks me. This way, I can show him that I can, in fact, handle him. Worst case scenario, I’ll be dead, so it won’t matter to me anyway.

“Fuck me, Archer. You are in control,” I remind him. It clicks, and he blinks a few times. Now grounded in reality again, he throws me back on the bed and pounces.

We both groan when he pushes into me, filling me with his cock. When his hips start to move and he pounds into me, a wave of panic hits me. I don’t expect it, but I try to hide it.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Archer groans.

Sweet Archer, he’s going to blame himself. I wanted the pain, but I didn’t expect the memories to be what hurt me. The harder he fucks me, the easier it gets. I level out after a while, but then he pulls back to push my knees to my chest.

“Wait. Please stop!” I scream, scaring myself into immediately sobbing.

In an instant, Archer pulls out of me and lies beside me to hug me to his chest. I am violently shaking but clinging to him.

Everything I’ve been shoving down comes rushing out, and he holds me through the waves of my trauma.

He doesn’t speak or tell me to breathe through it.

He just lets it dump out of me, however it comes out.

By the time I calm down, I am weak from crying. Archer has his arms around me, and my face is buried in his chest as he rubs my back. He is humming a tune that I can’t quite put my finger on, but that soothes me nonetheless.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, prompting Archer to lift my chin and look at me.

“Don’t ever apologize for needing support, Maisy,” he says firmly. I nod, and he hugs me back to his chest before kissing the top of my head.