Page 123 of In Darkness We Claim

I shudder at the way his fingers caress my clit, as his length twitches deep inside, letting me know how desperate he is to move, but he gives me the time I need to adjust to him.

When he feels me relaxing, Lawson finally moves, starting off slow as he pulls almost all the way out before sinking back in again. With each thrust, he gets faster, hitting me deeper and harder as he steals the breath from my lungs, his fingers continuing their frantic assault on my clit.

My head spins as I’m completely lost to him. All I can manage are cries and whimpers of pleasure, as my heart hammers a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Every nerve ending sparks and crackles under his touch, with the feeling of him everywhere.

Compared to the slow sensuality of last night, this is frantic, powerful, and brutal, as Lawson takes what he needs from me, whilst pulling every bit of pleasure from my body that he can. There’s no intimacy, no eye contact, just raw passion as he claims every part of me in the most carnal way.

I can’t even move to meet his thrusts as his hold on me keeps me in position, his hand on my lower back pushing me into the bed whenever I try to look over my shoulder at him.

Normally, he loves making eye contact when he’s fucking me, but today, he doesn’t even try.

The thought is out of my head as quickly as it enters, my body burning bright as I rush toward the orgasm Lawson denied me earlier. My muscles tense as my core overheats, my pussy dripping as it pleads for attention.

“Please, Lawson,” I beg.

“Do you want to come, sweetheart?” He sounds almost emotionless as he continues furiously pounding into my arse, moans spilling from my lips each time he hits me deep.

“Yes…please.”

He slaps my arse-cheek hard, and I yelp. When he presses a kiss at the base of my spine, the unexpected gentleness of it sends a visible shiver down my body, the stark contrast to his other rougher movements only confusing me more.

“Come, now,” he snaps, as he sinks two fingers into my pussy, while his thumb brutally flicks over my clit.

A thousand stars explode behind my eyes as a desperate gasp claws its way up my throat. The overwhelming sensation of being utterly full and stretched open pushes me over the edge, as a final guttural cry is ripped from me at his command. It’s like he’s trained my body to respond to him, and the moment the words leave his lips, I do as I’m told.

My body goes as rigid as a coiled spring for a few heartbeats, before a wave of pure, hot pleasure washes over me, making me tremble from the force of my climax. Lawson doesn’t falter; his powerful thrusts continue, rhythmically pounding against my flesh. I gasp as my head reels, lost to his exhilarating, brutal pace.

My climax drags on forever, and I’m still quivering when he lets out a roar with his release. With his cock buried in my arse, his length twitches as he shoots his load deep inside. He pulls his fingers from my pulsating pussy, but continues lazily stroking my clit as he rocks his hips, making sure to leave every last drop inside me.

When we’ve both come down from our orgasms, he pulls out of me, and I let out a hiss. The stinging seems to worsen when his cum begins to seep out. He turns onto his back, shuffling to the far edge of the bed, leaving me on my knees, panting as his release drips down my leg.

I look over at Lawson, only to find him staring at his phone, not paying me any attention the way he usually does after sex. I roll over and shuffle to his side, but when he glances up at me, his stony expression halts me before I get too close. My stomach sinks as an uneasy feeling settles deep in my bones.

Lawson hasn’t looked at me like this for a long time, and I’m suddenly thrown back into memories of the way he treated me for the two years when I was with Ryan. He was cold, heartless, and cruel, but I thought we were long past that now.

He turns his attention back to his phone, though it’s clear he’s talking to me. “You should get dressed and go back to your dorm.” His tone is blank and emotionless, and my heart races as coldness seeps into my veins.

“What?”

I don’t know what else to say. He’s been insisting on me sleeping in his room almost every night since I became his Prize, so why is he suddenly demanding I leave?

Lawson lets out a frustrated huff, almost as if I’m annoying him, before turning his hard glare on me. His silver eyes, like chips of ice, hold no warmth, no flicker of feeling. They pierce me, and a cold dread slithers down my spine as a sickening certainty that something terrible is about to happen settles in my gut.

“There’s a party at Crowhurst House tonight; I expect you to be here by eight. I have a lot of shit to do today, including a training session with Xander. Go to your dorm, and when you come back tonight, make sure you’re dressed like a whore,” he says flatly, before quickly turning his attention back to his phone.

I give him a small nod, even though he can’t see it. My lips press into a tight line as I struggle to stop the tirade of questions running through my head from being said aloud.

The urge to defy him grows, as I consider refusing his demand that I dress like a whore. Normally, I wouldn’t have a problem with it, but given the way he’s treating me, it’s the last thing I want to do, let alone attend a party. But that urge to please him rears its ugly head, quelling the rebellious thoughts.

“Okay, I’ll see you tonight,” I say, as I shuffle to the side of the bed before getting up.

As I head toward the bathroom, grabbing my clothes on the way, his hard voice stops me in my tracks. “Just get dressed and get out. I have things to do.”

I turn to stare at him, wondering why the hell he’s acting like this, but he’s purposefully avoiding me. I let out a sigh as I quickly pull on my leggings and T-shirt, ignoring the sticky mess between my legs.

Once I’m dressed and have picked up my bag, I make my way to the door, throwing a quick glance his way as I silently plead with him to change his mind. I hate leaving like this, but I know I can’t stay while he’s in this mood.

When my fingers are on the door handle, he clears his throat to capture my attention, and hope floods through me, only to be dashed by his vicious tone. “Make your outfit properly slutty, just like you.”