Page 49 of Ramshackle
I squirm instinctively in his grip. Not to get away but to put up a small fight to the control he’s trying to exert over me.
He responds by squeezing hard enough to have my full attention and my heart galloping with the rush of adrenaline.
“You’re never going back to them. I don’t care what it takes, but it’s never happening again, beautiful. I will fight them to my last fucking breath. It’s my fault for not being strong enough last time. But that’s all going to change.”
The reminder incites a dull burn in my chest. He’s right, but not in the way he thinks.
I know now that I won’t survive Gordon a third time. Either I’ll die fighting, or he’ll win and have his obedient pet. I almost lost this time, and it was only because of the guys that I was able to keep fighting him.
Without them, I would have been lost.
Without them, I can’t win.
I need them.
My vision swims. Kellan’s brow furrows, but before he can say anything, I grab his face and pull it to mine, crashing our lips together.
I kiss him like my life depends on it. Like his kiss is the cure for the ache in my chest and his warmth the balm for my stripped and tattered soul.
I slide my leg between his, shifting until every part of me touches him. I reach between us, searching for his cock. I hum into his lips when I find it hard and bare from any clothes.
Kellan withdraws suddenly. “Are you sure?”
I blink at him, stunned. “What? Why…are you asking me that?”
“Relax.” He thrusts his hips, pushing his cock further into my hand. “I know you can feel how much I want you. But I don’t know what happened on that island. I don’t know if you’ve had enough time to recover.”
Oh.
I breathe out a rush of air, then squeeze his dick and give it a slow pump. He inhales sharply, and his stare hones like a predator readying for the kill. His look makes my heart race. Makes me feelalive.
“Thisispart of my recovery,” I assure him. “Fuck me, Kellan. Fuck me, so there’s no question that I’m back and here with you. That this isn’t some dream I made up to pretend I’ve been rescued. Make my body feel it into tomorrow and the next day, so there’s no room for doubt.”
I want to feel again. To break through the numbness I’ve been lost in. I want his heat, his passion, his wild nature to chase away the nightmares that still haunt me.
Kellan’s gaze is scorching and savage. “Remember, you asked for this, beautiful.” He effortlessly flips me onto my back, straddling me before he descends. His kiss is rough, brutal. It’s everything I want and everything I need.
He rips my underwear clean off, and I gasp at the brief pain of its resistance before it snaps, and my body drops back to the bed. His face disappears between my legs. I cry out at the sudden and ruthless fixation. My thighs tense, and I try to shift my hips, but he grabs and pins them to the bed, so I’m forced to take the stimulation that’s hitting me too fast, too hard.
Any residual apathy vaporizes. Every scratch of his beard sends a shiver of pleasure vibrating through me. Every feral swipe of his tongue and suction of his mouth has me seeing stars as my muscles clench mercilessly.
“Ahh, Kellan!”
His deep-throated chuckle echoes against my core, and I cry out again.
The pressure builds, lifting me higher and higher as it fills me to the brim and leaves no room for oxygen. I curl my toes and grapple with the sheets while I try to hold on, and then I shatterinto a million pieces. Everything falls out of focus except the ecstasy that explodes through me.
“Fuck, you break so beautifully,” he says, his voice rough and thick. He drives into me before I’ve fully come down from my orgasm, pushing me up from my freefall. “We’re not finished yet. You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you, beautiful?”
He sets a terrifying pace, one that grabs my pleasure in a vicious grip and doesn’t let go.
I’m completely at his mercy as he uses my body in the way I asked, leaving no question that I’ll be feeling this,him, long after we’re finished.
I wrap my legs around him, racing my hips in time with his as the intense bliss drives me mindless with need. Digging my nails into his arms, I force myself to hold on, to meet him thrust for thrust as my release curls and tightens at the base of my spine.
"That's my girl,” he groans.
He bites one of my hands, startling me out of rhythm and making me release him. Kellan moves in that split second, slipping free and then flipping me by my hips until I’m ass-up and face-down. He slams his dick into my cunt with such voracity that my entire body quakes and another moan rips from my throat. My hands are pinned together at my lower back as he drives into me in punishing strokes. “Do you feel me yet, beautiful? Is this how you want it?”
