Page 48 of The Boy I Loved (Eternal Hell #1)

I shook my head, trying to muster the last bit of courage I had to stop this, but the words wouldn’t even slip past my lips.

Tristan climbed on top of me, pinning me into the bed with his hard frame pushing against mine.

He didn’t take his time. As soon as he was positioned at my entrance, he was slamming into me hard and brutally.

A cry fell from my lips, the stretch burning from all around like he was ripping me open.

“Fucking shit.” He groaned, his eyes rolling as he positioned his hands on either side of my head.

Vincent released me at last, clearly seeing no reason to hold me in place anymore.

He stepped off to the side to observe, his heated gaze searing over my flesh.

I pushed against Tristan’s chest as hard as I could, but he was rock solid, his hips pinning mine into the bed beneath us.

Anger slashed through my chest, mixing with the lust burning inside of me—lust I definitely shouldn’t have been experiencing .

Tristan’s lips curled into a delighted smile, mocking my pathetic attempts to get away.

It only pissed me off more. If I couldn’t get free, then I’d make it hurt.

He didn’t get to take from me without any repercussions.

If he wanted to punish me for it, fine. There wasn’t much else he could do to me that could top what was happening now.

Smoothing out my features, I leveled him with an impassive look before arching an eyebrow. “That’s it?” I taunted, knowing it would come back to bite me in the ass. “With all this talk about how bad you are, I figured you would have at least had a decent sized cock to go with it.”

Vincent barked a laugh, drawing my attention toward him.

Something akin to respect flashed within his gaze, and I couldn’t help the warmth that spread through my chest as a result.

I shouldn’t have cared what he thought. He was the same monster who tormented Lauren with a severed arm.

My stomach twisted painfully at the reminder.

What if they killed me for the comment I’d made to Tristan?

Fear skittered down my spine. Would they cut me up and?—

My thoughts were cut off when Tristan rammed his monster cock deep inside of me, my breath stuttering out from how big and wide he was.

“I’ve killed whores for less,” he panted, though he didn’t appear to be angry.

“I’m going to fuck you so goddamn hard, you’ll feel me for months.

” He wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing until white spots danced around the edges of my vision.

He slid out briefly, offering me the smallest amount of relief before ramming into me so hard, a scream erupted from my throat.

Pain and pleasure tumbled through me, my walls loosening around him as my body adjusted to his size.

I fisted his hair, wrenching his head back as hard as I could, his jaw ticking from the small amount of pain it caused him.

Pride swelled inside of me, but it was short-lived, because if anything, it only seemed to turn him on more.

His hips smashed against mine, driving me into the mattress brutally, causing my grip to loosen around the strands of blonde I’d been clinging to.

“So fucking tight,” he praised.

At least I wouldn’t have to worry about him punishing me for being too loose. But he might have hurt me simply for the insults I tossed his way.

Pleasure pooled inside me, my toes curling, and my eyes leaking with tears. I refused to sob though. They wouldn’t like that, and I valued my life. He lowered his chest to mine, using his free hand to reach between us and toy with my clit.

“No,” I moaned, attempting to push my hips away, but it only aided in me thrusting against him, driving him in further.

Vincent knelt beside me, his tongue flicking over the hoop circling his lip. “My, my, Hazel. I didn’t know you had a dark side to you,” he commented, reaching out to tuck a strand of sweat-slicked hair away from my face. “We might have more fun than I initially thought.”

I clamped my eyes closed, forcing myself to think about anything else.

Dominic was the first thing that came to mind.

Guilt trickled through me, but that too was short-lived when I remembered his part in all of this.

He didn’t deserve my love or loyalty. He fucked Nia without a second thought.

I was here because of him. This was happening because of him.

“Come for me, Hazel,” Tristan murmured, tightening his grip around my neck even more.

“I can’t force myself to come,” I snapped through gritted teeth, trying my best to ignore the heat shooting through my veins. “You’d have to not suck to get me there.”

He huffed a surprised laugh, but it stuttered out into a moan of pleasure. He knew I was bullshitting him. He could feel me slickening all around him, I was sure. The head of his cock bumped against the back of my clit, driving it toward his fingers. My body was pulsing with desire, and he knew it.

Fuck it. There was no pretending anymore.

Slipping my hands beneath his shirt, I raked my nails down his back. He shuddered against me, his hand loosening around my throat momentarily.

“You want this,” he whispered, his eyes dazed and glazed over. It wasn’t a question even if it was meant as one.

“No,” I gritted out. But I couldn’t help how my body reacted. I just couldn’t.

Tristan’s lips curled at my blatant lie. “You’re mine . I’ll make sure of it.” He drove into me with newfound energy, pummeling me so hard into the mattress that I could feel my insides bruising with every powerful thrust.

My nails sank into his back, blood trickling onto my fingers like warm paint.

I couldn’t hold the moans in anymore; they tumbled from my mouth, echoing through the basement so loudly I’d be shocked if they couldn’t be heard through the door. His body was a magnetic work of art, his hips rolling like he knew exactly where my g-spot was.

“She’s rendered him speechless,” Rodney joked, glancing over at Vincent. “I can’t wait to get a piece of that?—”

“Did you not hear what the fuck I just said?” Tristan snarled, glancing at Rodney over his shoulder, his hips stalling against mine. “I’m claiming her.”

Claiming me? What the fuck did that even mean?

Vincent rolled his eyes but didn’t seem that surprised by the notion. “I told you we should have fucked her first. He wants all the tight ones that don’t cry.”

My pussy clenched around him, strangling his girth like it wanted to suck him as deep into me as possible.

Tristan resumed his movements, his breath coming out fast and erratic.

He moved his hand from my throat, propping it beside my head again instead.

He was drenched in sweat, his hair mussed from the exertion.

Without warning, he smashed his lips against mine, his teeth scraping against my lower one, nipping it and tugging it.

His tongue drifted through the opening I’d unintentionally granted him, his hot breath seeping into my mouth.

I didn’t want this. I hated this. At least …

that was what I kept telling myself. In reality, it felt good—better than I would have expected.

Shame shook me to my core, followed by another round of heat that had me shuddering against him.

It didn’t take long for me to realize I was kissing him back with just as much intensity.

My hands moved out from under his shirt, cupping his jaw as I pulled him into me, sliding my tongue against his and bucking my hips in the same rhythm to meet him thrust for thrust.

“That’s it,” Tristan whispered, a softness to his tone that hadn’t been there before. “Fuck me back. Take it .”

That was the last thread of control I had.

Everything else faded away—the doubt, the shame, Dominic, even Vincent and Rodney who were only a few feet away.

My hair tumbled around my shoulders as I leaned forward, my arms wrapping around his neck for support.

He pulled me with him so I was in his lap, riding him and enjoying every sinful moment of it.

My lips found his again, and suddenly, I was the one in control.

He let me take from him, accepted everything I gave, and he enjoyed it too.

Power surged through my veins, my hips gyrating on his cock, milking him for everything he was worth.

Movement in my peripheral caught my attention, my head swiveling to the side.

Right outside the bars were three figures, almost covered completely by shadows.

My gaze slid from Dominic’s shocked expression first, to Mason’s surprised one, and finally to Nicholas’ intrigued one.

I forced my attention away, not wanting to see the hurt on Dom’s face that I knew I’d find.

Tristan hadn’t noticed them, gripping my jaw again and slamming his mouth on mine once more.

I moaned against his lips, reveling in everything he gave me.

This was demented, corrupt, and so fucking wrong.

He was a monster, and maybe I was a whore, but this small amount of pleasure was a blessing compared to everything I’d endured so far.

His breathing grew heavier, his arm tightening around my waist where he held me against him.

But it was me who was coming undone. Shocks of electricity spiraled through me, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me.

I broke the kiss with a sound that was half a cry and half a moan, my orgasm shaking me to my very core.

A deep rumble resounded through his chest and then he was pulling out of me quickly, tossing me on my back.

A shocked gasp spilled from lips as he emptied himself on the cement floor, his muscles twitching and straining as he worked to catch his breath.

He raked a hand through his hair, his eyebrows drawn tight with confusion and something else I couldn’t place.

He grabbed his boxers and jeans, slipping them on without a word.

He spared one last glance at me as he put his shoes on, but that was it.

Then, he was turning for the cell door, unlocking it and shoving through the three guys blocking his path.

It would seem that I’d been the one to rattle him and not so much the other way around.

My head spun, confusion clouding my thoughts. Suddenly, I felt oddly bare with all these eyes on me. I grabbed the blanket, tugging it to cover myself.

It took a few moments, but the guilt and shame pummeled through me so fiercely like it never actually left in the first place.

“That was an interesting show,” Mason called out, slowly approaching the bars.

I swallowed thickly, disgust churning my stomach. What had I done?