Page 39 of The Ecstasy of Sin (Brutal Brotherhood #1)
If I can lose him here, in this dense strip between trail and field, I might put some distance between us. He said he wanted to earn it, and I intend to make him do exactly that.
The field comes into view faster than I expected, and my steps falter as I break through the trees and hit open ground. I instantly stumble, falling to my knees. I curse as my body scrambles forward, but I force myself to get back up and keep running.
Even though I know looking behind me will only slow me down, I can’t help myself. I glance back over my shoulder, a scream caught in my throat at the sight. Dominic explodes from the tree line like a predator unleashed, running at full speed, straight for me.
I whip my head forward and dig deep, pushing my burning legs past what I thought I was capable of. My lungs are on fire, my body screaming for mercy, but still I give it everything I have left.
As if saving me from the humiliation of collapsing on the ground, I feel Dominic’s strong arms wrap around my waist. When we collide, he takes me down with him.
We’re tangled together as we fall, but he twists his body so that I land on top of him—my monster, even in this, shields me from the worst of the impact.
I want to scream as he forces me onto my back, his lower body slotting itself between my legs, but my lungs are busy pulling in large amounts of cool air. I didn’t think it was possible to feel like I’m dying, while coming alive at the very same time.
I struggle against him, pushing at his chest as he pins me with his hips, his hands pulling my dress back up to pool at my waist and give him access to my body .
He gathers my wrists in one hand, then pins them above my head, so he can pop the button of his pants with the other.
If I wasn’t fighting to regulate my erratic breathing and my chaotic heart rate, I’d be impressed with how quickly and efficiently his pants slide down past his hips with only one hand after chasing me through the forest at top speed.
When his cock is finally free, the thick, heavy length presses into me. I wiggle in his grip, whimpering as the thick head brushes against the entrance of my pussy.
His mouth claims mine in a fierce kiss, before he releases my wrists and grips my jaw to force my gaze to meet his. “Eyes on me,” he commands, his breathing far more controlled than my own, a testament to how fit and strong he truly is. “You'll watch me while I claim your pussy.”
I’m winded and trembling as he grips the base of his dick, lining the thick head up with my entrance. I whimper at the feel of him pressing against me, sliding the first inch of himself into my body.
His entire body is taut with tension, his jaw clenched tight as he breathes through his unbearable need to slam into me. The moon, finally rising above the horizon, illuminates his face.
He looks savage—his dark hair damp with sweat, blood streaked across his face, and his eyes locked on mine like I’m the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.
I’m shaking violently as he drives his cock into my pussy, pausing when he meets my body’s resistance.
His breathing is ragged, his muscles locked like he’s on the edge of shattering, but it’s his eyes that terrify me .
For a single breath, Dominic drops the mask I didn’t realize he was wearing, proving to me that he is more villain than hero. I can see it in his eyes, his need for my blood, for this sacred pain, before it gives way to our pleasure.
He’s fucked-up. But I’m fucked-up too, because the thought of him taking me even if I beg him not to, makes my pussy soaking wet for him.
He kisses me, achingly slow and maddeningly possessive, as if that kiss is both a warning and a promise. His lips brush against mine, then catch my bottom lip between his teeth.
He pulls back, looming over me. “You can scream, and you can cry, but you will bleed for me while I fuck you.”
His words are vile, but they make my body sing with wicked need.
His hips rock forward, steady and unyielding, and a scream tears out of me as pleasure and need bleed into searing pain. My eyes clamp shut against the agony, the burn threading deep inside of me as the thin membrane tears around his thick, throbbing length.
He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t give me a moment to breathe, he just forces every devastating inch into my body until he is buried all the way inside of me. My body fights against the invasion, but I’m so dripping wet that I couldn’t keep him out even if I tried.
Still, he holds me down. He forces me to take him, forces my body to burn for him as his seats himself all the way inside of me .
Tears stream down my cheeks, soft cries tumbling from my lips, desperate to escape from underneath him, but he doesn’t let me go. One of his arms hooks beneath my knee, pulling up so he can surge impossibly deep and press against my cervix. Hard.
For a moment, I think I’ll black out. His cock stretches me impossibly wide, a burning ache drowning out whatever pleasure once existed.
His fingers dig into my cheek as he forces me to hold his gaze, his face contorted in vicious pleasure as he drinks in my pain.
His lips brush against mine and the contrast of this sudden gentleness makes me want to scream again, but his body finally stills. He doesn’t move another inch, remaining buried inside of me, giving my body time to accept his brutal intrusion.
“Look at you, baby, taking all of me like a good girl.” His voice is wrecked, laced with so much pleasure it distorts his face into something carnal and primitive. “So beautiful when you cry... when you bleed for me.”
His lips trace over my face, kissing the burning trail of tears falling from the corners of my eyes.
“I can’t,” I gasp, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him, by the way he’s buried deep inside me where no one’s ever been before. The pain, the pressure, the raw intimacy—it’s all too much.
“Breathe, baby,” he soothes, one of his hands lifting to collar my throat and stroke my pulse with a tenderness that is a shock to my system.
“Give it a minute. Relax your body for me. There is no stopping this, there is no escaping me. Not now, not ever. Give in to me, and I’ll make you feel good. ”
I whimper brokenly when his tongue licks away a fresh tear as it falls. His mouth drops to my ear, kissing the shell of it like I’m the temple he’s worshipping in.
“I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
The air between us is charged, heavy with the scent of sex, sweat, and blood.
He watches me like he’s memorizing every tear falling from my eyes, every tremble in my aching body, every flicker of agony carved into my face. It should make me feel used, it should make me feel utterly defiled. But it doesn’t.
Because behind the madness in his gaze, I see something else. Adoration. A kind of reverence so absolute, it cracks open something inside of me I didn’t know existed.
His voice is gravel as he lowers his mouth to my throat. “You take me so fucking well, bleeding all over me like you were made to be ruined.”
A sob shudders out of me, but it isn’t from fear. It’s the overwhelming way that I feel him deep inside my body, and deeper still inside of my very soul. His need to own me, his sickness, his obsession, and his absolute devotion.
I feel it all now.
Even though my body is still raw and stretched around him, the searing pain begins to ease, slowly bleeding into something else… something softer. My body gives in before my mind can even consider it, surrendering completely to the man that owns me .
Dominic’s hand finds my thigh again, sliding beneath it to lift until both of my legs are wrapped tight around his waist, holding me open and exposed beneath him.
He begins to move, slow at first, like he’s savoring the way my pussy struggles to accommodate him. The heat of my blood mixed with my arousal is all over his cock, binding us to one another in a way there’s no coming back from.
My eyes flutter closed, a moan escaping me as the pain twists into something new, something I welcome like a cleansing storm after years of drought.
“Eyes,” he growls, and I force them open to meet the intensity of his stare. What I see steals the breath from my lungs. He isn’t just watching me, he’s unraveling. He’s falling apart with me, adoration and obsession evident in his gaze.
His thrusts grow more urgent, and with every drag of his cock inside of my sore pussy, I feel the fracture inside of me deepen.
But he’s not leaving me broken. He’s filling the void with himself, stitching my cracks shut with the violence of his devotion to me.
Finally, like rain soaking into parched earth, pleasure seeps through the burning. My body, once stiff with pain, starts to melt around him. He’s watching me closely, and the moment the pain starts to dissipate in my expression, something shifts in him.
He has claimed my blood, my pain, and my surrender. Now, he wants my pleasure.
Regardless of how much it hurt to lose my virginity, that pain he drank like the perfect sacrifice, I’m still so wet for him. I’m drenched, my pussy swollen, gripping him like I never want to know what it feels like to be empty of him again.
And he knows it.
“So fucking wet for me, even as you bleed, because you’re perfect for me. So twisted, just like me. Aren’t you, little lamb?”
I nod, my voice a breathy whisper. “Yes,” I admit shamelessly. “I need this.”
“I know, baby. I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”
Every thrust of his hips between my thighs drags a moan from my lips, and I tremble as he fucks my body like he’s worshipping me. His lips hover above mine, our heated breaths mixing, as a guttural moan spills out of him from the pleasure racing up his spine.
His face contorts with pleasure again, and I can tell by the frantic movements above me that he’s drawing closer. One of his hands lowers between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit, as he fucks me with urgency.