Chapter 45 #3
Her knees buckle, and I hold her hips to keep her steady. Her body clenches around me again, harder than the first time, and the pressure forces heat up my spine.
I set the rhythm, driving into her in controlled, hard thrusts that force her chest harder into the workbench with every movement.
Her bound wrists pull against the rope behind her back as her body struggles to keep up, her thighs trembling while her breath breaks into low, uneven gasps that fill the room.
I watch myself slide in and out of her.
Every thrust disappears into her heat, then drags back out slow enough for me to see the way her body stretches around me before pulling me back in again.
Her slick coats me, catching the light each time I move, and the sight of it locks my focus in place.
I adjust my angle just enough to watch it more clearly, to see exactly how she takes me, how her body opens and then clenches down again.
She starts to lose control of it.
I feel the shift the second it happens.
Her body tightens around me in quick, building pulses, each one sharper than the last. Her hips push back against me without thought, chasing the pressure, trying to meet every thrust before I even give it to her.
Her breath hitches and stutters, breaking apart as the tension climbs too fast for her to control.
“Ohhh fuck—Seth,” she gasps, her voice raw, strained, pulled straight out of her.
I tighten my grip on her hips and drive into her harder, deeper, holding nothing back now. The impact forces her forward against the bench, then pulls her back into me again. Her knees spread wider to keep her balance, her body opening under the pressure as she takes everything I give her.
I keep watching it.
The way I fill her. The way she tightens every time I bottom out. The way her body keeps reacting like it can't decide whether to hold me there or take more. The sight drags something darker through me, something that pushes my control right to the edge.
I feel her start to unravel around me.
“Come, baby.” My voice low despite the heat building in my chest. “Come on my dick like you came on that knife.”
That is all it takes.
Her entire body seizes, then breaks.
The orgasm hits her hard and fast, ripping through her in a violent wave that travels from her core through every part of her body.
Her cunt clenches down around me in sharp, wet spasms that steal the breath from my lungs.
She cries out against the workbench, her voice breaking as the force of it pulls her apart in my hands.
Her thighs shake uncontrollably. Her back arches as far as the rope allows. Every muscle in her body tightens and releases in rapid, uncontrollable bursts while she rides through it, unable to stop the way her body keeps reacting.
I hold her there through it and feel every pulse, every clench, every second of her coming undone around me.
I follow right after her.
I thrust deep and hold myself inside her as heat shoots through me in hard, uncontrollable pulses. My hips jerk against her until every last pulse empties. My breath hits the back of her neck in uneven bursts. My hands stay locked on her hips while I try to steady myself.
She stays against the workbench with her chest rising fast and her thighs trembling. Her blindfold holds every reaction in place, and her body tells me exactly how much this moment changes her.
I pull her upright slowly and keep myself inside her until her breathing returns to normal.
She leans against me.
I hold her there and feel the last of my control settle back into place. When I pull out, I don't rush. I watch myself slide free, watch my cum spill out of her slowly, trailing down her inner thigh.
The tension in her shoulders softens beneath my hands.
When I feel her body finally settle, I untie her wrists.
I reach up and untie the blindfold. The fabric slips away, and her eyes blink against the light before locking onto mine.
I pull the skull mask off and drop it onto the workbench beside us.
She turns toward me slowly, as if she is still adjusting to being able to see again. Then her hands come up and she pulls my face down into a kiss that lands harder than anything that has happened in the room before it. Her mouth moves against mine with a fierce urgency.
She is not hiding anymore. Not her violence. Not her need. And fuck, it turns me on even more. Seeing her stop hoping someone will save her and start hunting the ones who try to break her, my final girl is not just surviving anymore.
She is fucking lethal.
And watching her step fully into that version of herself while choosing me in the middle of it sends a dark, burning heat through my chest that only she can pull out of me.
I cup her jaw and kiss her back until she finally pulls away, her breath shaking against my lips.
“How did you get down here so fast?” she asks. “I swear I saw you in the bed.”
“I propped pillows under the covers,” I reply. “You really fell for that?”
She stares at me, eyes narrowing. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, baby, you are going to have to start checking bodies,” I sigh. “I told you.”
“Always check the bodies.” We say it in unison, the words hitting at the same time, a broken echo of the rule I drilled into her.
“That is how Amber got you with that CPR dummy,” I remind her.
She grimaces. “Yeah, please don't remind me.”
Her gaze shifts back to me, suspicion creeping into her voice.
“Wait. How did you know where I was?”
I lift my phone slightly.
“There are cameras around the house. All I have to do is check them from my phone.”
Her brows pull together. “You've been watching me on cameras?”
“I'm always watching you, Brooke.”
A slow smile spreads across her face. She shakes her head and gives my chest a light shove. “Creep.”
Her eyes drop to the floor, taking in the shredded remains of her sports bra and the torn waistband of her shorts. She lets out a rough breath that carries amusement and disbelief.
“Well, you destroyed my clothes,” she says. “How am I supposed to get upstairs like this?”
I shrug. “Wear my sweats. I will carry you up there. Travis and Beau are probably asleep, but even if they aren't, I will block the view.”
She narrows her eyes. “Then what are you going to wear?”
“Nothing,” I glance down, then rock my hips, letting my cock swing slightly as if proving the point. “I don't care if they see my dick. It's impressive.”
She laughs hard at that, the kind of laugh that loosens her shoulders and settles her back into her body. She steps into my sweats and pulls them on. They hang low on her hips and swallow her legs.
I slide my arms under her and lift her with no effort. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I shift her so her breasts stay covered pressed against my chest. Her head drops against my shoulder as I carry her to the stairs. She feels warm, soft, and calm. She feels like herself again.
I hold her closer as we move through the quiet house.
“The only person who should be in your dreams is me,” I murmur by her ear.
She presses her mouth to my throat in a slow kiss that says everything she doesn't answer out loud.
I carry her upstairs to bed.
And she sleeps through the night.