Page 57 of The Boy I Loved (Eternal Hell #1)

A cold feeling of dread washed over me, and my body trembled of its own accord. My mind knew I needed to remain vigilant. If I begged, that would only make him want to hurt me more. If I questioned him, he would also hurt me. The only thing I could do was stand still and not utter a single word.

Nicholas hesitated for a moment, his dark eyes drifting to me. For a second, I thought he might refuse, but that wouldn’t make any sense. He’d have to be human to care. Instead, he turned on his heels and strode to the door, slipping out, and closing it behind him with a loud click.

“I want to fuck you again,” Tristan said bluntly.

I clamped my eyes closed, breathing in harshly. “There are other girls here,” I pointed out, hoping he didn’t lash out at me for the comment.

It had been nearly a week since he forced his way inside of me, and I’d started to count myself lucky. Nobody else had bothered me, and I was beginning to get a little comfortable.

“I wasn’t in the right headspace then,” he said simply. “I want to test something.”

Before I could respond, he was tugging me across the stuffy room. My heart galloped in my chest as he tossed me on one of the beds. The mattress bounced beneath my weight, and I quickly scrambled away, trying to put as much distance between the two of us as possible.

“You going to put up more of a fight this time?” he asked, cocking a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

“Would you like that?” I asked innocently, even though my heart was thrashing around wildly.

His lips stretched into a sinister grin, one that sent goosebumps careening over my skin. “Yes.”

This time when he reached for me, I kicked my foot out, knocking him back a step.

I rolled on my side, kicking my legs over the side of the bed.

As soon as I was on the ground, I was running.

Adrenaline shot through my veins, my mind whirling with a multitude of thoughts I couldn’t even grasp.

Pleasing Tristan meant surviving. Keeping him entertained meant surviving.

I’d do whatever I had to if it meant I lived.

I dove behind one of the machines, his footsteps slow and calculating. They echoed through the room, growing closer and closer .

When he rounded the same machine I was hiding behind, I swung, punching him in the face. His head whipped to the side, blood pooling over the cut in his lower lip. His blue eyes flashed with retribution, but he seemed more excited than angry, which eased some of the tension from my shoulders.

Tristan lunged for me again, ducking the fist I threw his way. His arms circled around my waist as he tackled me, the air fleeing my lungs when I landed on the hard floor, his body hovering over mine. I squirmed against him, doing everything I could to buck him off of me.

“Beg me.” He growled. “Beg me not to fuck you.”

I didn’t even have to pretend. All I had to do was utter the words bouncing around my skull. “Please don’t,” I whispered, pushing against his chest with all the strength I could muster.

He moaned against my neck, grinding his hips against mine as I struggled beneath his body relentlessly.

“Please, Tristan. I’ll do anything. Just don’t do this.”

“Fucking shit,” he panted. “My name sounds so good on your lips.”

I continued to fight against him as he requested, shoving at his chest repeatedly, but it was no use.

He was too heavy, and I was no match. He eased off of me just a smidge, enough for him to reach for the button on his jeans.

Panic seared through my chest and my movements became more erratic.

Turning to the arm he had propped near my head, I sunk my teeth into it, biting down as hard as possible.

“Bitch,” he hissed, sitting up abruptly. Before I could scramble away, he was shoving his jeans down his legs, followed by his boxers.

I twisted, turning on my stomach and managed to scoot my way up to get out from under him.

Just as I was positioning my knees beneath me to escape, he grabbed my ankle and pulled me back down.

I grunted as my stomach hit the cold floor, the air leaving my lungs again.

The door creaked open from the distance, but Tristan didn’t seem that concerned by it.

He fisted my skirt, tearing it from my body instantly. The cold air skated over my ass, but a burn took its place when Tristan jerked my panties from my body next.

Footsteps drew closer, faltering momentarily when they took in the scene before them.

“I’m kind of busy right now,” Tristan snarled, jerking me toward him on the floor. My heart was racing profusely, fear skittering through my veins.

“Clay wanted me to come get you. Something about a meeting with potential buyers.”

That voice tore through my soul, twisting up my insides until all I could feel was humiliation and agony.

“They can wait,” Tristan snapped, reaching beneath me. He jerked my body upwards so that I was on my hands and knees before him. He placed his palm flat against my upper back, easing my chest to the floor.

“It sounded urgent,” Dominic hedged, his voice coming out more strained.

As soon as Tristan had me where he wanted me, he plunged inside me. A stuttering gasp got lodged in my throat, my vagina burning with the stretch of not having him worked in.

I turned my head, meeting Dom’s tortured gaze.

He looked completely hopeless standing there, unable to do anything.

His hands were curled into fists at his sides, his lips drawn into a tight line.

Tristan was rough and fast, sliding in and out of me with ruthless vigor.

His hands were like brands on my hips, his fingertips digging into the plush meat there.

“I can … see why you … Fuck,” Tristan broke off, his breathing coming out erratic. “Why you like her so much,” he finished. “She feels so fucking good. It also helps that I could stare at her ass or tits all day. ”

“I thought you said she didn’t look like anything special,” Dominic accused.

For a moment, there was only silence. Only the sounds of his hips slamming against my ass. “That was before I fucked her,” he admitted.

As soon as my walls got acclimated to his size, Tristan pulled out.

He threw me on my back, causing a surprised gasp to flutter from my lips.

He reached for the hem of my shirt, tugging it off in one swoop before doing the same with the bra I wore.

My nipples pebbled from the change in temperature, desire starting to pool in my abdomen like before.

“Eat her pussy for me,” Tristan demanded. “Let this be my gift to you.” I knew he also wanted me wetter for him, or for me to start feeling good so I’d fuck him back. The thought had repulsion twisting in my stomach.

Dominic didn’t even hesitate, drifting toward me.

He knelt between my legs and buried his face in my pussy without a single word.

Emotion welled up inside me, my hands instinctively drifting throughout his hair.

He growled possessively, digging his fingers in my hips as he feasted.

His tongue flicked over my clit with expert precision, sending shocks of electricity down my spine.

“Does that feel good?” Tristan asked, kneeling down beside me on the ground. He reached out, brushing my hair from my face and peering down at me with admiration.

“Yes,” I whimpered, grinding my pussy against Dom’s face.

Tristan lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me much softer than any of the other times he’d done it.

I didn’t know what to think of it, but it terrified me.

Dominic must have seen it, because his grip tightened even more around me, his teeth nipping the inside of my vagina.

A gasp slipped past my defenses, bleeding into Tristan’s mouth.

Tristan wrapped his hand around one of my breasts, flicking his thumb over my nipple while Dominic continued to eat me out .

Desire pooled and pooled and pooled until I was on the brink of exploding.

“Don’t let her come,” Tristan ordered, pulling away from me. “I need her horny and worked up for this.”

Just as I was about to release, Dominic pulled away. Frustration tumbled through my body in violent waves and a whimper left me in response to the denied orgasm. I wanted Dominic. Not this piece of shit who got off on harming and torturing women for sport.

Once Dominic stepped away, Tristan took his place, positioning himself between my thighs again. He propped my legs over his hips before sliding into me. He went in much easier than before, and it felt much better.

“Please,” I cried out, tears brimming my eyes.

I didn’t want it to feel good. I didn’t want to like this. But for some reason, Tristan wanted to make this enjoyable for me. It had to be another mind game. There was no other alternative.

Tristan cocked his hips back and slammed into me ruthlessly, pounding me into the hard floor. My breasts jostled between us, shame filling every crevice of my body.

“Goddamn,” he grunted. “She’s so wet now.”

Dominic scoffed, but it was drowned out by the sounds of mine and Tristan’s heavy breathing. “You’re welcome for that,” Dom grumbled, taking credit for turning me on.

Desire pooled in my stomach, more prominently than before.

My hands fisted through Tristan’s hair, and I tugged, making his neck bend.

He hissed out in response, not letting up as he continued fucking me at the same pace.

He lowered his mouth to mine, sliding his tongue through my parted lips instantly.

It felt so goddamn good. I couldn’t even think.