Page 65 of Ly to Me (Devils of Alliston Springs #1)

Right as I was about to release the smoke, his fingers found the nape of my neck, and without telling me what he needed, I shifted to meet his lips.

He breathed in what I let out, slipping his tongue in while smoke funneled out through his nose.

The tension I’d held in my body quickly dissipated as he held me, letting the kiss slow and then break naturally before taking the still-lit joint from my hand.

The room turned hazy as I settled along his arm, my eyes growing heavy. His soft kiss along the crown of my head was the final push as I drifted off to sleep.

And then woke with a start, my hands shooting up to cover my ears as a deep thudding bass boomed along the walls.

“Car?” I rolled to my other side, feeling around the bed in the pitch-black room. No Carver. With the curtains closed, I was disoriented—unsure if it was morning or night. And with that song blaring, I couldn’t tell if Dick was right outside the window or not.

“Car!” I shouted loudly over the words, ‘I wanna fuck you like an animal,’ though the deafening screeches were now so loud, I couldn’t hear myself.

“Car!?” I screamed as I leapt from the bed, stark naked, searching around the nightstand for the knife he’d given me.

My unsteady hands found it sheathed and held onto it like a lifeline.

This was it.

I was either about to be murdered by some psycho who’d taken Carver first, or this was him chasing me . The song made me sure it was the second option.

Not sure my eyes could adjust, I steadied my breathing as I held my hand that wasn’t clutching the knife for dear life out, feeling around our bedroom until I found the window I’d hopped through before.

Only this time, I did so with excitement as I undid the latches and flipped it open.

The song had begun replaying again as if on a loop when I landed on the porch—also unlit.

Only the moon, the eerie display of his truck doors left wide-open, and music blasting from the speakers like he’d been ripped from his car by some beast in a horror movie guided me from the porch.

I stayed far from the truck, and the barn, and bolted toward the narrow strip leading to the facility.

I knew his cameras were picking up on my movements.

I planned on it.

The aching in my core longed for the chase, the thrill of knowing he was watching me, waiting somewhere to catch me and fuck me so hard that I’d forget everything except for the man whose cock was thrusting into me.

I wanted to let go. To feel free . To let my husband pull my mind from the terrors of my past and bring me to the present.

Under the light of the moon, the feeling of gravel turning to sand beneath my feet and the jagged outlines of trees in the night, I felt almost at peace. Until a clanking of something that sounded an awful lot like chains pulled me back to the thrill of being hunted.

Squinting up through the heavy brush, I finally saw what I’d expected to see—a red light flicking on.

I’d noticed a few more cameras around the outside of the house and the barn since the day he’d told me he could see my every move.

That I’d be unable to run from him. Though I knew he got the cameras to protect his property, something told me the future of those cameras and whatever app he streamed the footage through would become his new favorite on nights like this.

Mine as well.

I held the knife and waved it, hoping he’d see the movement—get a notification of it—and—

That clanking grew louder, approaching from behind me, followed by a drawn-out call of my name. This far away from the house, the music was nothing but a distant melody—still twisted, but not nearly as heart-stopping as the idea of Carver dragging around chains while he tried to catch me.

“Little Ly, I know you’re close. You just set off another one.” He chuckled and I ducked, as if doing so would avoid triggering another camera. “You want me to find you that bad, huh?”

I bit down on my tongue, knowing any ounce of sound would only lead him to me faster. And I was rather enjoying hearing the strain in his voice as he continued calling out for me.

Being tracked down should have traumatized me more.

Being hunted, knowing it would more than likely end with Carver fucking me, should have brought back that day I’d left Alliston Springs.

Instead, it did the opposite. It made me feel like running was an option, no walls barring me from a freedom inches away.

The biggest difference in it all was trust—I trusted Carver with my life.

I trusted him with my heart. I trusted him in ways I’d never trusted another man before.

And it was that trust that made me stand straight up from the brush I was ducking behind and bolt toward the sounds of water in the distance.

The metallic clanking jostled together more abrasively as I imagined him picking up speed, not too far behind me. Maybe if I just turned my head over my shoulder to see, I’d—

I slammed into a sturdy wall of heat and muscle, my sheathed knife falling to the ground a moment before I should have. Instead, I was hoisted up by my waist, where the sting of cool metal bit into my flesh.

“Caught ya.” Carver slapped my ass as I squirmed in his hold, though as much as I told myself it was to get away, it was clearly not as my desperate pussy ground against him.

“I can feel how wet you are, sweetheart. Is that all for me?”

“Are you the boogeyman?” I shot back, almost wishing I had that knife to try to press to his neck again.

Like he knew my thoughts, he said, “Got another knife in my pocket for you.” His words were sweet, but his hold on me—not so sweet. No gentleness there. Just pure animalistic desire.

“Where—” I was going to ask where we were going, but then my back hit a large tree. My toes dipped into the dirt as I braced my arms back, using the trunk for support.

The chains Carver had snaking up his arm and over his shoulder started to work free as he pinned me against the tree with his thigh pressed to my core. I shamelessly ground into him.

He grinned and shook his head. “You made it too easy to catch you.”

“Did I?”

“You know you did. Runnin’ in view of the cams the whole time?”

“Is there somewhere they wouldn’t see me?” I countered.

He tilted his head. “You’re smart. I’m sure after a few more of these nights, you’ll figure that out.” His breath fanned over my lips as he added, “The harder you make it, the harder I’ll fuck you.”

I swallowed. “Your song choice distracted me.” Along with the chains laid over his shoulders, slinking down the length of him.

“I do want to fuck you like an animal, regardless of how easy you made your predator’s hunt.” I whimpered as he gripped my wrists and pinned them above my head. “Keep these here.”

I arched a brow as he slowly stepped back, though whether he could see my facial features under the slim moonlight was questionable.

I do know that he didn’t see it coming when I bolted from the spot, aiming for the sandy trail that would take me over the bridge.

I was so close, so fucking close. I could smell the water and see the moonlight pooling over it.

Crazy what your body picked up on with heightened adrenaline surging through your veins.

And then it was ripped from beneath me, grass rushing past as I flew over an arm. I smacked into the sand, then rough hands gripped my ankles and yanked my body down several feet, skidding solely on my back.

I tried kicking, lunging up to punch and claw and fight harder, but it was useless as Carver pulled me into the grass.

He dropped to the ground, spread my legs wide, then pushed his knees into my thighs. And then, his fingers were in me—deep and unforgiving.

“So soaked for your husband.” My back arched as he scissored them, stretching me, readying me to take all of him. I tried snapping my legs shut, fighting him more, slapping his hands from me like I’d turned feral.

Just as I tried to reach above my head to grab for the sand I’d been dragged from, hoping to send it straight into his face so I could run again, he pinned my wrists together with one hand and surged into me.

“That’s it, Ly. Scream for your husband as he fucks you raw on the ground.”

I did scream. I screamed as he thrust inside me, filling me completely.

As he drove in and out of me, he worked the chain around my wrists, looping the heavy metal so many times, I had no hope of using my arms anymore.

With his hands now free, he used one to press on my lower belly, making him and I groan in unison.

“I can feel my cock inside you. Feel me fucking this tight little cunt so deep, so hard, your organs have to find somewhere new to go.”

I moaned as he lifted my ass from the ground, pancaking me between his two large hands as he ruthlessly fucked me.

“Please,” I begged, though I wasn’t sure what for. “Please.”

“You want it”— Thrust— “harder?”

“All.”

“All?” He chuckled. Somehow, even thrusting into me as hard as he was, he could still laugh. “I don’t know, sweetheart. My stamina might not be able to handle it.”

“I-I… fuck .”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m doing.” His hands shifted again as he leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking on the bud until it peaked before moving onto the other.

“I’m fucking you. And once I’m done fucking your sweet little pussy, I’m going to fuck your mouth, then your ass.

That stamina of mine won’t be tested, but I think yours will. ”

“Car, please .”

“You wanna come on my cock so soon? We’re just getting started.” He drove into me with purpose, dipping his pelvis to bring me right to the edge.

And then, he pulled back.

I whimpered. “Don’t edge me. Please.”

“Then tell me what he did.”

I complied immediately. “He called me a whore. His whore. He threatened to tell you if I didn’t back him and his word.

” The words tumbled from me, but had no intention of rolling over Carver.

No, he soaked in every word. Even with the slim lighting, I could see his eyes darkening—could feel them as his thrusts slowed to a stop.

The ‘his’ in my statement needed no explanation.

Carver’s jaw worked as he stared off into the distance.

“Come back,” I whispered into the night air. “Car, come back to me.”

His eyes were first before he fully turned to face me. He leaned forward, his hard cock pulsing as he kissed me like he’d longed for the touch. Like he’d gone so long without it, he’d forgotten himself in the process.

“You are not that. You hear me?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“You are mine . Not someone else’s sick delusions. Not an image for others to revel in. Just. Fucking. Mine.”

“Just yours,” I repeated.

“Say it again,” he ordered as he started to move again, drawing a moan from somewhere deep within me.

“Yours,” I got out. “Just yours.”

“Again.”

“I’m only yours.” My hands twitched in their heavy bindings, wishing I could caress my husband’s face. “And you are mine.”

He kissed me as soon as those words left my lips, his pace back to feverish and demanding.

“Fuck, I love you so goddamn much it hurts.” His lips left soft reminders of his presence along my neck while my cunt took the brutality of his pierced cock as he pushed in with force.

I started to writhe, bucking my hips beneath him, causing my clit to bump his pelvis with each movement.

“You and me, sweetheart.” Thrust . “You.” Thrust. “And.” Thrust. “Me.”

He reached between us, circling the sensitive bud until madness overcame my body, and as I shuddered my release, he groaned, meeting me with his own.

His sweat-dampened body fell over mine, his elbow supporting most of his weight as he moved my tousled hair from my face with his free hand, kissing around my eyes and cheeks like I was made of glass, though he just fucked me like I was the opposite.

He undid the chains, then rolled from me, and the instant loss of him inside me made me feel hollow. That was, until he pulled me to him. As we both gazed up at what stars peeked through the trees, we fell into a comfortable silence.

Eventually, my eyes drifted shut in the comfort of my husband’s arms.