Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
I reach between my legs, my fingers finding their way to join his on my clit, our touch intertwining in a desperate, intimate dance. The dual sensation sends electric currents racing through my body, overwhelming every sense until I'm trembling against him, gasping for air. My lungs burn with each shallow breath as the pressure builds within me, coiling tighter and tighter like a spring about to snap. I'm balanced on the knife's edge of release, so achingly close that coherent thought dissolves into pure, primal need, leaving me dizzy and desperate in the darkness of our sacred, rusted cathedral.
His cock presses harder against my entrance, just barely breaching me. Not enough. Never enough.
"Keep going," he growls.
"I touched myself every night you were gone," I confess, the words spilling out in a rush now that I've started. "In my bed at the mansion, in the shower, in my car parked on the side of the road when I couldn't wait anymore. I'd think about your hands on me, your mouth, the way you look at me like I'm the only thing in the world that matters, even though we both know that's a lie."
He spits on my asshole, rubbing it around with the tip of his cock. "What else?" His voice is rough, strained with his own need as he presses the head of his dick against my tight resistance.
"I imagined this," I admit, shame and arousal mixing into something toxic and addictive. "You bending me over, taking what you want without asking. Using me like I'm nothing but a hole for you to fuck whenever you get bored with your club brothers. Making me beg for your cock in my ass like some desperate whore who can't live without it."
"Because you can't," he says, and it's not a question.
"No," I whisper, finally admitting the truth we've both been dancing around. "I can't. I need you inside me, Legion. Any way you want to take me, I’m yours. I need you to fuck me until I forget my own name, forget Marcus, and Cash, and every single obligation waiting for me back at that house. I need you to make me feel like I'm yours, even if it's only for tonight. Even if you're going to leave me again tomorrow, and not answer my texts, and pretend I don't exist until the next time you're hard and desperate."
The words hang in the air between us, too honest, too raw. This is what he does to me—strips away every layer of polish and performance until there's nothing left but the desperate girl underneath who would do anything, say anything, to keep him.
"I fantasized about you fucking me in front of the whole club again," I continue, giving him everything now because what's left to protect? "Not just showing them I'm yours, but letting them watch while you use me. While you prove that the Ashby princess is really just your personal fuck toy. I touched myself thinking about you sharing me with—"
"No." The word comes out sharp, possessive. His cock slams into me without warning, filling me completely in one brutal thrust that tears a scream from my throat.
"You're mine," he snarls against my ear, his hips already setting a punishing rhythm. "Only mine. Say it."
"Yours," I gasp, my hands scrabbling against the metal wall for purchase as he fucks into me mercilessly. "Only yours, always yours—"
"Louder."
"I'M YOURS!" I scream into the Montana night, not caring who might hear, not caring about anything except the feeling of him inside me, claiming me, making good on every promise his body has ever made to mine.
His hand snakes around to rub my clit while he pounds into me from behind, and I'm already so close, have been on the edge since his mouth first touched me. The dual sensations—his cock stretching me open—tight and painful, but also a rush of pleasure I've never experienced before. His fingers work my clit, his teeth biting down on my hip—all of this together pushes me over into oblivion.
I come with a broken sob, my whole body convulsing around him. But he doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, just keeps fucking me through it until I'm trembling, and oversensitive, and still somehow desperate for more.
"Again," he demands, his fingers still circling my clit even though I'm whimpering from the intensity. "Come again, Savannah. Show me how much you need this cock."
"I can't—too much—Legion, please—"
"You can." His free hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back so he can bite down on my neck. "You will. Because you're mine and I own this ass and every orgasm inside you. Now fucking come for me."
The pain mixed with pleasure as he pounds me, the command in his voice, his fingers, pressing against my clit, the feeling of being completely at his mercy—it all combines into another wave that crashes over me.