Page 41 of Bound By Ink

“I got you, baby. I know what you need,” he slurs. He pushes against my hole, fumbling between my cheeks. Focus.Gritting my teeth, needing this. Needing to come. I grunt as he pushes against me, trying to relax, not wanting to think about how Killian got me ready, how he took care of me first. I know I can have that with Derren; we just need to figure each other out. I try to push Killian from my mind as I shove myself onto Derren.

“Oh, you’re so fucking needy.”

He pulls out before sliding inside me, and I thrust myself back onto him.

“Derren, I need to come. Please.”

“Touch yourself, baby. Show me how you make yourself come.” I thrust harder.

“Derren, please?” I whimper. I just want him to fucking touch me. I push into his hand, and he allows me to stand. His hips stutter, faltering as he bucks against me. “Derren, touch me. Please make me come,” I gasp.

He pumps his hips, wrapping his arms around me, holding me to him as his hips buck shallow pulses against me. He takes hold of my hand and slides it towards my dick.

“Touch yourself, baby, I wanna see.”

His grip tightens on my wrist, holding my hand over my own dick. I slide my hand around me and start to pleasure myself.

“Fuck, yeah,” he grunts, his hips slapping against me erratically as he comes. He pulls straight out of me and flops onto the bed. “Fuck, that was so good.”

My hand stills on my dick. “I need to come, Derren.”

“Come, then.” He rests on his elbow, bites his lip and watches me. Pushing the disappointment from my mind and ignoring the lip bite, it’s becoming a gesture I can’t bear. It feels fake. I step closer, holding my dick, but he lifts his hand to stop me. “I don’t do that.”

“What?”

“I don’t suck cock.”

My eyes widen. My hand falls away from my dick as I feel it softening in my palm. I stare at him. The hurt swims inside me. Take—that’s all he’s done. Just fucking take.

“I fucked Killian,” I blurt out. I’m hurt that he won’t touch me.

Killian touched me everywhere. He made me come. He did stuff that made me feel so fucking good, but Derrenhasn’t even touched me when I think back; he’s come and left me hanging every single time.

In a flash, my head spins to the side, and my eyes widen. I gasp. The crack echoes around the room, the sting spreads into my cheek.

“Get out.” The scream rips from my lips as I touch my face where he’s just hit me. He’s standing in front of me, his breathing ragged and intense. He pushes me back.

“You fucked him? While we were together?”

I nod. I’m angry, wanting him to want me. I want him to hurt like I’m hurting right now.

“Yes, I did.”

He lunges at me, surging forward and punches me again. I scream as he tackles me to the floor.

He pulls his arm back, and I snatch my hands to my face, but his weight disappears. I curl in on myself, and I hear shouting and screaming. When I open my eyes, I see Steven. He’s got Derren around the throat, pinned to the floor.

“Scott, Scott, you okay?” Steven gasps out, still thrashing around with Derren in his grasp. I shakily stand and grab Derren’s clothes, throwing them on the floor beside him.

“Just leave, Derren.”

Steven climbs off him and steps towards me. He sticks his arm out and pushes me behind him, caging me between him and the dresser, while Derren snatches his clothes and starts to tug them on.

“You’re a fucking slut, and you’ll come back, begging for my dick. And you best be grovelling on your knees when you do. I’ll be seeing you real soon, Baby.” Hespitsbabyat me, and I wince, staying firmly behind Steven.

He storms out of the room, tugging his top over his head. I snatch a T-shirt from the dresser and hold it against my naked body, wrapping my arms around myself in a tight hug. My lip shakes, and Steven turns to face me as the front door slams shut.

“You okay?” I nod, and he stares at me.