Page 119 of Once Upon a Fable

We turned as wild as we had in the storm.

Grasping her nape, I reared up and rutted into her.

The tension in my balls, the bruises she’d caused, and the wounds she’d imprinted all surged with speed and recklessness.

I wanted to come.

As fast as possible.

I needed out of this woman, away from this lust. I needed to remember how tobreathe.

“I truly hate you,” she groaned as she matched my manic pace.

“I feel”—thrust, thrust, fuckingthrust—“the same way.”

“Liar!” she hissed, rocking her hips into the coarse vehicle carpet, her moans tattered as I drove harder into her.

Liar?

Who was the liar?

Life itself?

Fate?

Hope?

Definitely hope.

I curled my fingers around the back of her neck and fucked with single-mindedness. I didn’t think about her well-being—no one had ever thought of mine. I wrung out my pleasure from her body, not caring if she came with me or not.

Anger born from all the shit in my past washed over me.

It was hot and black and toxic.

I lost sight of the girl I was with. The girl called Gemma who had strength and safety in her veins, and instead saw every badness, sadness, and pain I’d endured.

Every woman and man who’d thought they’d owned me.

No.

Not anymore.

My anger switched to violence.

My pace switched from manic to murderous.

“God. Oh,God.Oh my...shiiiitt.” The girl beneath me detonated.

Her pussy fisted me, milked me, rippled and stroked.

She shoved me out of the darkness and into the splintering light.

“Oh,fuuuuck—” My stomach tightened, my balls pulled up, and an orgasm gathered, full of reminders that every release since I was twelve had been blank and infertile. Courtesy of the Storymaker. My master. My hell.

On the cusp of bliss, memories tried to steal me.

My mind flickered with Fables, with my family, with the blood-soaked end that I’d reaped.