CHAPTER 26
OPHELIA
My breath hitched at his words, a thrill sparking through me. I immediately obeyed, rolling onto my stomach and pushing up on my knees so that my ass was in the air, exposed and vulnerable. The cool air kissed my slick skin, and I shivered, my core still pulsing from my orgasm.
That’s when I noticed it—a new full-length mirror propped against the wall by the bed, angled perfectly to catch every inch of us.
My reflection stared back: cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy with need, my body arched and waiting.
The sight sent a fresh wave of heat through me, making me wetter.
Matty’s gaze followed mine in the glass, a wicked grin curling his lips. “Like your new present, pretty baby?” he rasped in a lust-filled voice. “I wanted you to see exactly how fucking good you look while I ruin this ass. Every moan, every shake, every inch of you taking me.”
He gripped my hips, spreading my cheeks wide. “Fuck, look at you,” he growled, his thumb circling my tight hole, teasing, testing. “This ass is mine, too, isn’t it? You’re going to feel me every time you move.”
I whimpered, pushing back against his touch, the forbidden heat of it making me drip. In the mirror, I watched my reflection—thighs trembling, breasts swaying heavy and full—and it made me bolder. “Yes,” I gasped in a needy voice. “Please, Matty.”
Matty leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his lips brushing my ear.
“Good girl,” he murmured, nipping my lobe.
“I’ll make it so good for you.” I heard the rustle of his jeans as he pulled them all the way off.
And then his fingers were back between my legs, scooping up my slick and coating them generously.
He brought them to my ass, and one finger circled my tight ring, pressing in slow until I relaxed, and it slid inside.
I gasped, the intrusion strange but electric, my body tensing then melting as he worked me open, thrusting gently and letting me adjust. In the mirror, I saw his face over my shoulder.
His eyes were dark, jaw clenched, lips parted as he watched himself sink into me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned as he added a second finger and started scissoring them, stretching me wider…the burn was intense but laced with pleasure. My moans grew louder, and I rocked my hips back, chasing the sensation as he prepared me.
The mirror showed it all.
It showed my face twisted in ecstasy and my lips parted in a silent scream.
It showed how I was dripping onto the sheets as his fingers worked me open.
This was so fucking hot.
“That’s it, pretty baby,” he praised roughly.
“Open for me. You’re taking my fingers so well, but I bet you’ll take my cock even better.
” A third finger joined, and the stretch pushed me to the edge.
My body was shaking, my slick dripping down my thighs as he fucked me with his hand until I was begging in broken sobs.
I watched myself in the mirror—lips parted, eyes half lidded, body arching like I was made for this—and the sight made me clench harder around him.
Only then did he pull his fingers free. He sat back on his heels, his knees spread wide, and I twisted my torso so I could see him in the mirror.
His enormous cock jutted up, flushed dark and angry, veins pulsing, the piercing glinting under the low light.
He slid his slick-coated fingers back through my core, gathering more of my essence, then wrapped his fist around his shaft.
He moved his fist up and down. Wet, delicious sounds filled the room as he coated every inch, his thumb smearing precum over the head, his abs flexing with each pump.
The mirror gave me the perfect view: his hand gliding, his cock throbbing, his eyes locked on my stretched hole like he was already inside me again.
A second later, the blunt head pressed against me, and I forced myself to breathe, to trust him. I wanted this. I wanted him to own every part of me.
“Relax,” he soothed, one hand stroking my spine, the other guiding himself. “Let me in.”
He pushed slowly inside me, and the stretch burned, overwhelming me until my body finally started to yield and let him sink deeper.
The piercing dragged against raw nerves that lit me up.
In the mirror, I saw his cock disappearing into me, inch by inch, the sight erotic and mesmerizing, my ass stretching around his thickness.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so tight, but you’re taking me like you were made for this. My perfect fucking girl.”
He eased in with shallow thrusts, giving me time to breathe around the stretch. His hands clamped my hips, anchoring me, and the burn melted into a dark, pulsing pleasure that unfurled low in my belly.
I loved this.
Every inch of him filled me…claiming me in a way I’d never imagined. The mirror captured it all: his abs flexing, my back arching, the way my tits swayed with every movement.
“Matty—it’s so good,” I moaned, pushing back, meeting his rhythm, the sensation building fast and fierce. His hand slid around and found my clit. I screamed, the dual assault sending me spiraling.
“Love this ass,” he rasped, thrusting harder, the bed creaking, his balls slapping against my slick core with every stroke. “Love how you swallow my cock with it, how you beg like my perfect, good girl. Every hole is going to be full of me, Ophelia.”
His pace turned wild, the piercing hitting spots that made my eyes roll back, my body shaking with every thrust. I was lost in it, in him, my moans turning to sobs, my clit throbbing under his fingers.
The mirror reflected the rawness—sweat-slick skin, my ass rippling with every slap of his hips, his face twisted in ecstasy.
“Come for me,” he demanded in a voice breaking with need. “Come with my cock in your ass; let me feel it.”
His fingers pressed harder, thrusts driving deeper, and I shattered. My body convulsed, ass clenching around him in tight, greedy pulses as waves of pleasure ripped through me, more of me dripping down my thighs.
He roared, slamming in one last time, spilling deep inside me…hot, thick, endless. His cum flooded my ass in powerful bursts, marking me from the inside out. Then he stilled, buried to the hilt, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his breath ragged against my neck.
We stayed like that, locked together, trembling.
I soaked in the feel of him, his cock pulsing inside me, his cum warm and heavy, his sweat-slick chest sealed to my back, his arms caging me, his scent everywhere.
Every inch of me was his, filled, claimed, and dripping with him.
The mirror caught it all: my flushed, wrecked face and his possessive grip.
I never wanted to move.
He pulled out slowly, though, his cum leaking from me, and flipped me onto my back, kissing me soft and deep, his hands gentle now as he traced my skin.
“Don’t hide from me, Ophelia,” he murmured hoarsely, his forehead pressed to mine. “You’re perfect. Just like this.”
I melted into him, body sore, sated, his…and in the mirror’s reflection, I wondered if maybe I could believe him.
And the real me, the one that had always been wrong, the freak, so to speak, could believe him, too.
MATTY
Ophelia slept like peace had finally found her.
Her lashes brushed her cheeks, her mouth curved around me in the faintest smile, and it felt like the whole room had narrowed to just her.
Lamplight pooled over her collarbone, tracing the edge of her jaw, and I felt it in my chest like a fist. Everything I hadn’t known I was searching for was right there, breathing soft and steady in my lap.
For someone so small, she was the most dangerous thing I’d ever touched.
We’d cleaned up—quick, quiet, with towels and whispered laughs—but she’d tugged my hand before I could pull away.
“I want you in my mouth when I fall asleep,” she’d said shyly, already half asleep, her voice thick with afterglow.
I hadn’t argued.
Now she lay curled against me, lips wrapped soft and warm around my cock, the head resting heavy on her tongue. No suction, no movement—just the steady heat of her breath, the velvet seal of her mouth, the slow pulse of her throat every time she swallowed in her sleep.
My fingers threaded through her hair, anchoring her gently, and I felt every tiny shift, every unconscious lick, like a promise she didn’t know she was keeping.
I stayed half hard inside her, the ache sweet and endless.
Her body rose and fell with mine, slick skin pressed to slick skin, the sheets still damp beneath us. The room smelled of sex and her, and I let it sink into my lungs, into my blood.
She’d taken everything tonight, every inch, every drop…and still wanted more. Still wanted me.
I brushed my thumb across her cheek, tracing the swell of her lip stretched around me. She sighed in her sleep, a soft, content sound that vibrated straight through my cock and into my spine.
I dragged my hand lower, over the damp heat between her thighs, and I pushed inside her briefly so that I could spread us across her skin. Something dark and alive twisted through me as I stared at the shiny cum.
Possession. Worship. Whatever it was, it was her. Always her.
My obsession for her burned hotter.
I thought about how she’d freaked out earlier, crying like the world had ended just because I’d seen her journal.
The pages had been filled with things she thought were terrible secrets…
my name scrawled in her handwriting, her first name next to my last. Like it was some kind of crime to imagine a future that already felt inevitable.
I didn’t think it was a big deal. Hell, didn’t most girls do that at some point? I was sure Jace had a journal somewhere with Riley’s name in it…and possibly mine, with how much he liked to snuggle.
Most people just didn’t get caught.