Chapter 17 #2
Maybe it was possible to keep it at bay when…you had something to show you light. For a while, I thought it was Xanthy that kept me from giving in to the dark, but now, I realized she didn’t stop it.
She masked it, not like this. With Carrington, I only felt his light. A man that was fucking darkness personified, from his shitty asshole attitude, to his edgy piercings, and dark fucking hair that I loved to grip.
Loved…
I pulled away from Carrington, trying to catch my fucking breath, and noticed the onlookers that were invisible to me moments before. This was so stupid, so reckless.
Why don’t I have a goddamn brain when it comes to Carrington Harding?
My chest was tight, and heat radiated through me like a fucking physical burn.
It hurt, and yet, it felt good. A stupid sensation I only felt with him.
Pain enveloped by a warmth I couldn’t deny.
It was like a fire you knew could destroy you, but you were too desperate to stay close enough to feel the heat it offered.
“Shiloh?” he gasped, his voice soft. He was back to himself now, but I felt anything but myself.
I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and cleared my throat, shooting a glare at the assholes snickering. Some of them looked at us with lust, glazing over their eyes. Others couldn’t have been more disgusted.
“Oh, Baby! You need a third? Because I’ll do it for free for the two of you…”
The toothless woman who approached us smelled like drugs and urine. Before Carrington could blow up again, I stepped forward and shook my head, blocking Carrington with my body. “He’s not for fucking sale.”
My heart did a weird ass flip that made me even more uncomfortable, and before I could focus on it, I stalked up the stairs, not bothering to wait for the incessant pain in my ass to follow.
When we got to the room, it was worse than I’d expected. Two twin beds, scratchy-looking comforters, and the air was stale, smelling faintly of mold and fucking semen. I dropped my bag on the nearest mattress and sank onto it, rubbing at my temples. “I just want to sleep, okay.”
Carrington locked the door, tossing his jacket over a chair, and leaning against the dresser like he owned the place. His eyes pinned me down. “That’s a shame.”
I knew that tone. Knew that look. My chest tightened further, and I sighed.
“Carrington…” I warned.
He crossed the room in three strides, looming over me before I could even stand.
His hand pressed to my chest, pushing me back against the thin mattress, his knee sliding between my thighs.
His weight, his scent, and the sharp smoke still clinging to his clothes—it was suffocating and fucking intoxicating.
“Don’t start,” I muttered, my voice breaking and way too soft.
“Start?” his mouth brushed my ear. “Baby, I haven’t even begun. And anyway, you started downstairs. I’m just finishing it.”
Against my will, heat shot through me. My hands gripped the fucking sheets, torn between pushing him off and pulling him fucking closer.
He kissed my throat, sucking hard enough to leave a damn mark that would be impossible to explain to his sister.
His fingers slid under the hem of my shirt, and I shivered.
“I can’t…” I panted. “Just stop.”
“Ya know, being a cock tease is only cute for so long, Sunshine.” His voice was like velvet and goddamn steel, hard and unrelenting. Like his cock pressed into my body. “You fucking want me to. Does your hard dick need some reassurance?”
“I said no,” I gasped, even as my hips betrayed me, arching up into his. My body was a fucking traitorous slut, always trembling and begging for his abuse.
He chuckled darkly, teeth grazing my jaw.
“You beg so pretty, Shiloh. But we both know begging isn’t your way of saying stop.
It’s your way of asking for fucking more.
And tonight, I am fucking taking it all.
I am going to fuck that tight little ass.
And I know how much you’re going to come for me.
I know that sweet spot that will drive you fucking wild.
You’d like that, wouldn’t you, my Good Boy? You need me to fuck you. You’re ready.”
My chest heaved, panic clawing me to pieces alongside the desire.
He was right.
God fucking help me, he was right.
I wanted him.
I wanted to be ruined, wanted to give in, but the idea of losing that last shred of control made my stomach twist into a knot so deep it hurt.
“Carrington, please…no. I’m not letting you do…please. Let’s just sleep.”
“Please, what?” His hand slid lower, dangerously close to my aching dick.
“Say it. You want me to fuck you, Baby? You want me inside you until you forget your own fucking name? Let me hear you moan, Shiloh. Let me hear you beg me to fill you like I was always meant to. Your fucking ass. Your body. Your lips. You belong to me.”
“No. I don’t,” I snapped, but he was already yanking off my shirt, our breaths already ragged, too chaotic. No, this had to stop.
“Stop. I won’t let you fuck me. That’s not going to happen.”
Carrington chuckled against my lips. “Do you need me to make you, Sunshine? Does it feel too real to give in? I’ll be your villain then, Baby, because I am not letting you tell me no. I need you. I have never wanted anyone the way I need you.”
No. This was too much. His words were too strong. This had to stop.
My jeans were ripped off my body, my socks and shoes were lost inside my pants legs from how hard he pulled.
Fuck. I had to get this to stop. I wouldn’t be able to resist much longer.
“Carrington. Fuck…don’t do this.”
“Mmm…yes, that’s right, Shiloh. Tell me how bad you don’t want me, so I can hear your body scream. This cock needs your ass. Look how fucking hard I am for you. God damn, you make me crazy. I love the way you beg. More Baby. More.”
Oh fuck. Oh fucking fuck.
“Carrington. I am..not kidding…stop this.”
He stroked his cock, pre-come beading on the tip, so sticky and so fucking perfect as it slid down and coated my bare stomach. I wanted him in my mouth. In my…body.
No!
“You’re just like him,” I snapped, desperate to end this before I couldn’t go back.
Everything froze.
His golden eyes went black, even more than before. His body was taut above mine, his jaw clenching hard enough that I swore I heard the crack of his teeth.
“What the fuck did you just say?” His voice was low and lethal.
I swallowed, my throat raw. “I said…you’re just like him—your father. Always pushing. Always taking. You don’t know how to stop, do you? You take what you want because he never gave you a choice.”
The silence between us was razor-sharp.
I watched as hot tears poured down Carrington’s face, the first time I’d ever seen emotion from the brute.
He opened his mouth, his tongue swirling around as he nodded slowly, those dark black pools going deeper into the void.
“Okay then,” he said, nothing but raw malice in his tone.
The pang in my heart twinged harder when he shoved off of me, reaching down and throwing my clothes at my body. Fury rolled off him in waves as the tears continued to fall.
“Congrats, Shiloh. You win.” He grabbed his jacket from the chair, his movements sharp and violent. “I want nothing from you. You really wanna know why I call you “Sunshine?’ Because you were the one fucking light I had in my life and I—” He cut himself off, spinning toward the door.
Slam!
The walls rattled when he stormed out, and I felt my chest crack with it.
I lay there, my heart racing, my body aching, and my skin burning where he’d touched me. Every nerve screamed for him to come back. Yearned to hear the rest of the words he kept from me.
I curled onto my side, staring at the door that had been busted through the plaster.
I was alone, with nothing but the echo of his rage and the taste of his mouth still burning on mine.
I did what I had to do. I knew I would eventually use my only weapon against him. I just never dreamed it was a double-edged sword that would pierce me, too.
Because seeing the pain in Carrington’s eyes…broke my heart.