Page 27 of The Boy I Loved (Eternal Hell #1)

Without another word, he plunged a single finger inside of me. A startled gasp slipped past my defenses, my fingers curling into the front of his shirt. Only one person has ever touched me there. Only one person has ever been down there.

“Fuck.” He panted. “It’s so tight?—”

He was cut off mid-sentence by the door swinging open. It slammed into the wall beside it, making one of the picture frames fall from it. Fear tumbled through me. The thought of someone, anyone , seeing me like this had embarrassment tearing through my body in waves.

I didn’t even have time to turn and see who it was before Mason was ripped away from me. He fell to the ground with a grunt, Dominic hovering over him.

Mason peered up, a snarl curling his upper lip. Gone was the charming boy who’d just wanted to get laid, and in his place was the darker, more sinister version. “Just friends,” he mocked, narrowing his eyes at Dom.

Confusion tore through me. Why did it matter what me and Dominic were to one another?

“If you ever touch her again, I’ll kill you.” Dominic’s voice was low and malicious, the sound sending chills down my spine. It reminded me of the way he’d acted at his welcome home party.

Mason tipped his chin, something dark passing between them—something I didn’t understand. “You threatening me now?”

“No. I’m warning you.” He cocked his arm back and released, letting his fist fly into the side of Mason’s jaw.

I jumped, slapping a hand over my mouth. My heart pounded erratically, confusion pulsating through every crevice of my body.

“Bitch,” Mason sneered, pushing himself up off the floor, his gaze locked on Dom’s.

“You think your little temper tantrum is going to stop me?” His eyes slid to me, trailing over my half naked form with intrigue.

“Now, I want her more than ever.” He returned his attention to Dominic.

“And we both know … I always get what I want.” He raised the glistening finger in the air, the one he’d buried inside me, and slid it into his mouth, never taking his eyes off my former friend’s.

Dominic lunged for him, but Mason was quicker this time. He sidestepped him and proceeded to back toward the door.

“See you at work , buddy.” He grabbed the doorknob, twisted it, and slipped into the hall.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Dominic whirled on me. “What the fuck were you thinking, Haze?” he snapped.

I’d never see him like this before. He was so … unhinged. He was pissed, but there was something else there, too. Fear. I wanted to reach into his skull and pick his brain. He owed me answers, and it was about time I freaking got them.

Desperate.

Dominic had said I was desperate, so why not play into that little narrative he’d conjured up?

Tilting my chin, I gritted my teeth. Anger swarmed through my veins like liquid lava, building and building until it had taken the reins. “I was horny.” I shrugged, doing my best to keep my tone as neutral as possible.

His jaw feathered with irritation. “Horny?” he repeated. “So, you were going to fuck Mason of all people?”

“I’m desperate, remember? Have to take it where I can get it.”

Something in him snapped. The gray of his eyes was swallowed by the black of his pupils. A chill crawled down my spine and goosebumps peppered along my arms.

“Let me help you with that then.” He growled, the sound reverberating through the room.

“Fuck you, Dominic,” I snapped.

I was done playing this stupid game. He didn’t get to decide when he wanted me—when he cared for me.

I wasn’t some pathetic, little puppet he got to tug the strings of whenever he deemed fit.

I bent down to grab my shirt, but before I could put it on, he was snatching it from me and throwing it across the room.

“Dom—”

My sentence was cut short when he reached out, wrapping his hand around my throat. He backed me toward the bed, my heart racing within my chest.

“Dominic,” I forced out. “Stop.”

“You want me to stop?” he countered, narrowing his dark eyebrows. “I thought you were desperate and horny.”

I shuddered when the back of my calves hit the edge of the bed. “Not for you.” The words came out shaky and uneven.

“Liar.”

Dominic shoved me onto the bed then, tearing my shoes from my feet, and letting them hit the ground with a soft thump. I scooted back on the mattress, a mixture of fear and … arousal trickling through me. He caught my ankle, tugging me back to the edge of the bed.

“Dominic.” I breathed out, confused by the warring emotions spreading throughout me.

He didn’t respond, taken over by whatever monster lurked beneath the surface. He reached for the waistband of my leggings, pulling them down my flailing legs.

“Dominic,” I said again, more sternly this time. “Stop.”

His eyes flashed with something cold and unforgiving. “You want to be in my world? You want to know what guys like me are capable of? What guys like Mason are capable of?” he sneered.

“Y-you’re scaring me,” I stammered, my chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

“Good.”

He hooked his fingers into the band of my panties and jerked until they were tearing from my body. A pained hiss slipped past my lips, but there was no time to dwell on that, because in the next breath, he was unbuttoning his dark-colored jeans and pushing them down his muscular thighs.

My head whirled with an assortment of thoughts I couldn’t even begin to make sense of. Maybe it was the alcohol, or possibly even the confusion of the events happening in general.

Once he was naked from the waist down, his angry, red cock rising and falling with every ragged inhale, he climbed on top of me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

It was a stupid question. I knew exactly what he was doing, but I couldn’t comprehend why.

There was a part of me that just wanted to give in, to feel his hands on my body, to feel him thrusting deep inside of me, to hear him just …

explain it all away. But the other part, the part driving most of my thoughts, was tired of feeling weak, and was tired of the back and forth.

Dominic paused, resting his knees on either side of my body. “Don’t tell me you don’t want this,” he retorted with a venomous edge to his voice. “Not after you’ve been following me around like a bitch in heat.”

His words cut deeper than I wanted to admit.

Maybe because he wasn’t wrong, or maybe because they were simply coming from him .

But how could he be right? I’d kept my distance like he asked me to and only texted him that one time.

Why was he so keen on hurting me? What the hell did I do to deserve this kind of treatment from him?

Tears stung the back of my eyes, pain twisting my heart until it exploded throughout the rest of my being.

“Fuck you,” I snapped, pushing myself to sit up. I shoved against his chest, tears blurring my vision. He didn’t let up, pressing his weight down on my thighs, his warm skin seeping through my own .

A flicker of guilt flashed across his face, followed by hesitation. “Hazel…” He sighed, his voice softening.

“No! I’m tired. You’re a goddamn asshole, and I’m tired.”

“I didn’t mean that.” There was something in his expression now, something warring with the other part of him that opted to treat me like shit since his return. But I couldn’t keep playing these games. It wasn’t fair.

He reached out, his fingers featherlight as they glided across the edge of my cheekbone. “Lay back,” he whispered.

Was this another ploy to hurt me? Did he just plan on screwing me only to be mean again once it was over?

I wasn’t sure I could handle that kind of pain—not again.

Not after the last time we’d hooked up and he had to leave, just to return and treat me like I was worthless, like I never fucking mattered.

“Stop overthinking it and lay down, Butterfly.”

Butterfly.

My heart stuttered within my chest at the use of his old nickname for me. I’d always been obsessed with butterflies, ever since I’d seen that yellow one in the woods during one of our games. I never thought I’d hear him call me that again.

Despite my better judgment, I lowered myself to my back, breathing in deeply as the mattress molded against my spine.

Once he was sure I wouldn’t move, he wedged my legs apart with his body and positioned himself at my entrance.

His gaze remained locked on mine as he eased himself forward, the head of his dick prodding at my opening.

My stomach flipped when he began pushing forward, my pussy fluttering around him as it worked to accommodate his girth.

The stretch was both beautiful and painful, causing me to suck in a ragged breath.

It had been so long, to the point where I didn’t think it would ever happen again.

A low groan rumbled through his chest, his cock sliding in more and more with every slight movement he made. He braced an arm on either side of my head, using the momentum to push himself to the hilt.

The muscles in his biceps strained, his chest hitching almost painfully.

I licked my lips, reaching up to cup the sides of his face.

The scruff of his jaw prickled against my palms and fingers, revealing just how much of a man he’d become since I’d last seen him.

Without hesitation, he closed the distance, kissing me deeply.

His chest eased against mine as he relaxed his body, my head spinning from the small amount of passion he granted.

Slowly, he started to move his hips, driving them back and forth to create more friction. A soft moan spilled from my lips, trickling through his.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he muttered, nipping my lower lip between his teeth. I shuddered against him and tightened my grip around the sides of his face, smashing my mouth against his more forcefully.

He took this moment to pick up his pace, thrusting into me with hard, fast movements that had my body jostling beneath his.

My breathing became more rapid, my hands dropping to the hem of his shirt where I allowed them to slip beneath it so I could feel the hard, hot ridges of his lean frame.

This time, he let out a low moan, the sound vibrating against my lips, and making me hotter by the second.

My nails scraped against his sides, forcing him to shudder against me.

I’d fantasized about this moment since he left, but even my own imagination couldn’t compare to this . It was more than I ever could have conjured up, more than my memory offered me even. He was still in there. Just when I started letting go, the boy I’d fallen in love with revealed himself.

He trailed hot kisses down the edge of my mouth, descending until he greeted my throat.

His teeth grazed my skin, followed by the swirl of his tongue, and a nick of his teeth.

My hands wound around his back, nails dragging down his spine.

This seemed to spur him on because he started pounding into me more violently, his thighs slapping against mine until the sound of our bodies connecting reverberated throughout the room.

“Oh God,” I whimpered, pleasure pooling deep within my abdomen.

“God can’t save you now.”

My breath hitched as he readjusted his weight, causing him to plunge even deeper inside of me. My pussy tightened around him, sucking him in every time he tried to ease back. His breathing was erratic, sweat beginning to form along his shoulders and hairline.

“You feel so good, Hazel. Oh … fuck.” He was panting now, his control fading into nothing as he followed his pleasure. “You take my cock so fucking well.”

His words only turned me on more, spurring me into motion.

I tightened my hold around his body, refusing to leave an inch of space between us as I placed a kiss against his neck, scraping my teeth down the side of it as he’d done to me moments before.

I wanted this to last as long as humanly possible, but we couldn’t slow down, couldn’t take our time.

In this moment, he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

My breath drifted over his ear, eliciting another shudder from his body. “I love you, too,” I whispered. When we were on the phone, he didn’t give me the chance to say it back, but now there was nothing between us, nowhere for him to run and hide.

And it was all it took—the last thread keeping him together.

He spilled into me with a loud groan, triggering my own release in the process. A series of curses fled his mouth, sweat glistening over his skin. My body convulsed around him, erratic breaths and moans vacating my mouth as my pleasure ran its course.

After a few moments, he slumped against me, sucking in deep breath after deep breath.

My arms tightened around him, holding him close to me, scared that if we were to part right now, this would be over—a final goodbye.

He nuzzled his nose against the crook of my neck, holding me the only way he could from the position he was in.

For a while, we stayed like that, nothing but the sounds of us breathing filling the space around us.

It wasn’t until he softened inside of me that he braced himself on his arms again, looking at me beneath heavy, dark lashes.

“Run away with me,” he whispered.