Page 27 of Kortlek
C ove pulls me to my feet before I can protest, the knife dropping from my hands.
His lips are on mine in an instant. His kiss is rough, desperate, and filled with deeply rooted desire. His hands grip the dress before he tears the fabric off me. I’m left in a matching pair of bra and underwear, both of which he skillfully removes in record time.
He doesn’t waste any time. He spins me around, breaking the kiss, and bends me over the couch. I hear the zipper coming undone before a loud moan comes from me. He doesn’t warn me or prepare me, just slides his cock right into my slick hole, bottoming out.
His deep groan fills my ears, my body trembling at the sudden intrusion. My cries of pleasure fill the room when his hand connects with my ass, the stinging sensation causing me to roll my eyes to the back. His movement is rough, deep, and fast.
The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes in my ears, my body instinctively arching, meeting his thrusts deeper. His hands are on my hips, gripping tightly as he slams into me with full force, fucking me with everything he has.
“You look so fucking pretty when you’re covered in blood, bunny,’’ he growls, and I whimper, the intensity of his flow causing tears to swell in the corner of my eyes. “So fuckable. So usable.’’
Accidentally, my eyes connect with the remaining man alive across the room.
He’s bound together with some makeshift ropes, but Cove did it well. His mouth is covered with a shirt, preventing him from speaking. A small knife is in his thigh, the sheets tied around his body tightly. His eyes are wide as he stares in horror at Cove and me.
Cove’s mouth comes to my bloodied shoulder, kissing it and biting down harshly. His hands travel to my chest, rolling my erect nipples between his fingers. Pain suddenly explodes through my body, mixed with immense pleasure and I find myself unable to hold back the orgasm that ripples through my body in waves.
“Cove,’’ I scream out as he continues to fuck me through my orgasm, prolonging it. My stomach twitches in thrill, and Cove’s deep laughter makes me arch my back more.
“Yes, little bunny?” He murmurs, his tongue darting to taste my flesh covered in blood.
“More, please,’’ I whisper.
Cove’s hand comes to my face, and he grips my cheeks, forcing my gaze in the direction of the tied man in front of us. A sadistic sense of pride blooms in my chest. The man is utterly terrified and confused, but his cock is rock hard in his pants.
“More, what, hm? You want this pathetic bug to watch you getting your pussy destroyed like the little slut you are?”
His words are enough to cause my body to tremble in anticipation.
“Let’s give him a show, then,’’ he laughs, then pauses for a couple of moments, pulling out of me and leaving me feeling empty. “Let him see just how big of a slut you are for my cock, bunny.’’
He sits on the couch and pulls me on his lap, his cock slipping into me again. I moan, feeling him deeper than before. Cove spreads my legs, hooking his hands below my knees and pulling them up. The man in front of us has the perfect view of Cove’s cock sliding in and out of me.
Once he has a firm grip on me, he stands up again and inches closer to the poor man, standing a couple of feet in front of him. The man is a mix of horrified and absolutely excited. If his mouth wasn’t covered, I think he’d be watering by now.
Cove doesn’t give me a warning and starts moving me up and down on his cock. My eyes roll back in ecstasy, fucking me ruthlessly without giving me time to recover from the previous orgasm that blasted through me.
“Your cunt hugs my cock like a fucking glove, bunny,’’ he groans out. “So fucking wet for me.’’
I can’t focus.
The effect he has on me is surreal. The sounds coming from my mouth start getting louder and louder with each thrust, my eyes glued to the man. He’s shifting in his spot, trying to break free of his restraints. The bulge in his pants is obvious, especially when he tries to squirm and relieve the ache.
“And you know what’s the best part?” Cove’s deep, husky voice reaches my ears, and I try to focus on him. “He can watch, and that’s all he’ll ever be able to do. You’re mine. My fucking personal fucktoy, my little slut. No other man will ever touch you again. Mine to use, mine to fuck, and mine to fill with my cum.’’
My stomach tightens at his words, and I can only nod wordlessly. Cove continues to pound into me, his brutal movements causing my body to shake. I lean back into his chest, his face right next to mine. He presses a kiss to the side of my neck, then sinks his teeth into my skin.
Tears pool from the corner of my eyes, the fervor causing my body’s temperature to skyrocket. I feel hot, ablaze, and Cove’s the only one who’s able to put the fire out. With each deep stroke, he hits that sweet spot, and slowly, black dots start appearing in my vision.
“I’m going to fill your sweet cunt with my cum, bunny,’’ Cove states, spreading my legs further. The man in front of us seems to be in such a blissful state, as if he’s never seen pussy before. “I’m going to breed you, and you’re going to take it like a good little slut you are.’’
“Yes,’’ I rasp out, my voice hoarse and barely audible.
“Yes?” He chuckles. “That’s it? I want you to look at this man’s pathetic face and tell him how much you love having your pussy filled with my cum.’’
I swallow thickly, my throat dry. The man’s eyes light up as he waits, and it sends a wave of pleasure down my body just looking at his expression. I’ve never been so exposed, so vulnerable in front of anyone, but with Cove right behind me, it feels enticing.
My entire body is covered in goosebumps, blood, and sweat. Cove doesn’t stop his brutal thrusting, moving me up and down on his cock. My inner walls tighten around him, and he hisses out in pleasure, his head falling back for a moment.
“I love it,’’ I breathe out. “Being Cove’s slut and being filled with his cum is one of the best things I’ve ever experienced.’’
As I finish speaking, the man’s jeans darken in color at his crotch area. He fucking came in his pants without any stimulation, his body slightly trembling. Cove notices it, and a growl slips from him, causing him to pick up the pace.
He fucks me deeply, and soon enough, another orgasm takes over. I cry out Cove’s name like it’s the most forbidden plea, and I feel his body trembling slightly. His warm cum fills me as he bottoms out, keeping me tightly on him, his cock as deep as it could possibly be.
“Fuck,’’ he hisses.
For the first time, I glance down.
His cum drips out of me, running down his cock. My pussy is red from the rough treatment, yet it’s never been as wet as it is now. Cove’s cock stops twitching, and he slowly pulls out of me, his cum dribbling down my thigh.
He sets me down on the couch, kissing the top of my head.
I try catching my breath, leaning back and closing my eyes. My chest moves rapidly, my heart hammering. It’s fucking erotic. Cove’s definitely the wilder one out of the two of us, but I can’t say I dislike it. This was one of the most stimulating experiences with him, and I can’t wait to see what else he has in store for me.
Cove walks over to the man and slams his head against the wall roughly. I flinch at the sudden act of violence and watch as the man passes out. Cove turns to me, tucks his cock back into his pants, and carries me to the bathtub, careful not to step over the dead bodies.
“What was that about?”
He chuckles. “The moment’s over. I need to take care of you, and I can’t risk him getting away.’’
A couple of hours later, I’m looking at Cove. He sits across from me, sipping on his tea.
My hands are clenched into fists beneath the sheets, but my expression doesn’t give anything away. Somehow, I knew that everything was too good to be true.
If I hate one thing, I hate liars.
White lies and little ones don’t bother me as much. However, if it has something to do with my life and my well-being, it pisses me off. Wyatt always lied to me, always. I don’t think I can remember one time when he wouldn’t lie or would tell me the truth without me begging or probing for information.
It made me feel insane. He’d always use the same excuses; he didn’t mean to lie, he did it to protect me, he didn’t want to hurt me. But each and every time he did mean to lie and he did do it to hurt me. At one point, he admitted to it.
I was desperate to have the love my parents had that I was willing to give everything to Wyatt, just for him to love me unconditionally. His love — if it can even be called that — came with conditions and requirements. When I didn’t meet them, he’d lie.
It made me feel worthless and stupid. I spent nights second-guessing myself, crying myself to sleep. Wyatt was the master of manipulation back then, especially when it came using lies to get me to do exactly what he wanted.
That’s why it feels like my heart is about to burst into a million pieces right now.
Cove called Dad’s clean-up crew — yes, Dad’s men apparently followed us all the way to Italy, and it wasn’t just Logan — and they did their job. The captured man was taken with them, which was the first odd thing. Why’d he do that? The two of us are more than capable of handling him ourselves.
Then, while he thought I was still in the bath, he made a phone call. It wasn’t too loud, but loud enough for me to understand what’s happening.
It was Arlo’s idea for Cove to bring me here and lie. And Cove fucking listened.
I’m not sure exactly why, but I’m not sitting here and waiting to find out. He wants to play stupid games, and he’s about to win stupid prizes. He sips on his tea, finishing the cup and putting it down. Soon enough, I see his eyes getting drowsy, and he can’t keep them open.
I always have some sleeping pills with me. I crushed four and put them in his tea.
If Arlo and Cove won’t tell me what’s happening, I’ll find out myself. There’s no reason for me to be kept in the dark. Their excuse will be that they wanted to keep me safe. On some level, I understand it. Especially Arlo. He blames himself for not dealing with Wyatt sooner.
However, neither Cove nor Arlo seems to understand that by keeping me in the dark about something that is so big and revolves around me, they’re no better than Wyatt. Their lies and deception may be rooted in good intentions and a need to protect me, but it makes me feel just as stupid and as useless as Wyatt did.
The difference is, Wyatt was never shy to tell me how useless and stupid I was.
Once Cove’s asleep, I toss on a shirt and pants, sliding my shoes right on. I grab my wallet, phone, and passport and head to the airport. I’m not going to let them rule my life. If Cove wants to keep me in the dark, I’ll return the favor.
He hasn’t known me when I’m at my angriest, and unfortunately for him, he’s about to find out.
Because there’s nothing that angers me more than when men in my life don’t trust I’m capable enough to handle my shit.