Scarlett #3
The air fills with the sound of his body pounding into mine, rough, relentless, every thrust a claim, every slam of his hips making the bed shake.
“Kai—” I sob, my voice splintering under the feral rhythm, my nails clawing at his shoulders, his back, anything I can hold on to as he takes me like I belong to him.
“Mine,” he growls, his forehead smashing to mine, sweat dripping, his breath ragged and filthy in my ear. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
I cry out, broken, the word tumbling past my lips even as shame claws at me. “Yours—Kai, I’m yours—”
His snarl vibrates against my throat as he drives deeper, harder, his hand gripping mine and pinning it above my head, his other digging bruises into my hip.
And I let him destroy me.
I let him pound me into the mattress until the only thing left is his name on my lips and the raw burn of knowing I’ll never escape him.
One second I’m on top, grinding him into madness, and the next—
I’m flat on my back, his weight crushing me, his hands everywhere, pinning me down like prey he’s done playing with.
His thrust slams through me so hard my scream rips out, muffled when his mouth crashes over mine, swallowing the sound.
My nails claw his shoulders, his back, anything I can catch, but he doesn’t slow, doesn’t soften—he’s brutal, relentless, fucking me into the mattress like it’s the only thing he was born to do.
“Mine,” he growls into my throat, the word a snarl, a vow. “Say it, Scar. Say you’re mine while I fuck you.”
The bed creaks, the headboard cracks against the wall, the sound of skin on skin wet and obscene. My cries break into sobs, but my hips still buck up to meet him, betraying me, begging for more even as I choke out, “It’s wrong—so fucking wrong—”
His teeth sink into my neck, sharp, punishing, his thrusts brutal enough to steal my breath. “Then burn with me. Rot with me. You’ll never crawl out of this bed again.”
I sob, shattered, my body clenching around him so hard I can’t breathe. He drags a filthy moan from me, his name spilling from my mouth in broken screams as he pounds deeper, harder, until there’s nothing left of me but heat, tears, and his cock inside me.
And still he doesn’t stop.
Not until I’m wrecked, ruined, screaming his name like a prayer and a curse all at once.
I try to twist away, my body too raw, too sensitive, but his hands are iron on my wrists, slamming them into the mattress above my head. His weight pins me, his hips pounding into mine with merciless rhythm, every thrust dragging another broken cry from my throat.
“Don’t run,” he snarls, sweat dripping into my mouth as he crushes his forehead against mine. “You take it. Every fucking second. Every scream. You take me until you can’t stand anymore.”
“I—I can’t—Kai, I can’t,” the words dissolve into a sob as my body betrays me, clenching hard, convulsing around him. Pleasure slams through me again, violent, unbearable, ripping a scream from my chest.
But he doesn’t stop.
His thrusts only get harder, filthier, his cock grinding deep as his thumb drags cruel circles over my clit, forcing me higher while I’m still falling.
“Cum again,” he growls, his voice broken, unhinged. “Scream for me again, baby sister. Let everyone hear how I’m destroying you.”
My vision whites out, my body arching helplessly beneath him as another orgasm rips through me, too sharp, too much. I’m sobbing, begging without words, my voice cracked and gone, but still he keeps going.
I can’t breathe, can’t think—only feel him, all of him, owning me, breaking me, forcing me to shatter again and again until I’m nothing but wrecked sound and trembling flesh beneath him.
And he whispers through my screams, filthy and sweet, every thrust driving his vow deeper into me:
“You’ll never escape this, Scar. Never.”
I try to twist away, but his hands are iron shackles, his weight crushing me into the mattress. Every thrust knocks the breath out of me, my sobs spilling wild and broken, but he doesn’t let up—not for a second.
His palm slides up, locking both my wrists above my head in one brutal grip. My arms burn from the strain, my body trembling as he slams deeper, harder, the bed shaking beneath us.
“Kai—please—” It comes out cracked, desperate, nothing but a sob.
He snarls against my neck, biting down hard enough to bruise. “No more begging. You’re staying right here until I’m finished. Until you can’t walk. Until the only thing you remember is me inside you.”
Tears sting my eyes, my throat raw from screaming, but my hips still twitch up to meet him, betraying me, begging for every brutal snap of his body into mine.
I’m pinned. Caged. His.
His breath is hot and ragged in my ear, every word filthier than the last. “You think you’re getting out of this bed? You think you’ll ever take another man? No, Scar. I’ll fuck you until the entire world knows you’re mine.”
And I can’t fight him.
I can’t stop him.
My body gives in, breaking beneath him, moaning through the sobs as he keeps me locked in place, ruined, wrecked, destroyed.
I can’t take it anymore. My body’s already shattered, sobbing, soaked and wrecked, but he doesn’t stop—he pounds into me harder, grinding so deep I scream his name until my throat tears.
And then it hits—violent, brutal, tearing through me like fire. My back bows off the mattress, my wrists straining in his grip as another orgasm rips me apart. I’m crying, screaming, convulsing, and he forces me to ride it out, thrusting through every spasm until I’m left choking on broken sobs.
I collapse, limp, my chest heaving, my face streaked with sweat and tears. I think he’s finished, that he’ll finally let me breathe—
—but he moves lower.
Kai releases my wrists only to drag my thighs apart, forcing me wide open, pinning me again with his shoulders. His mouth is on me before I can beg him to stop, tongue sliding filthy and relentless over my raw, overstimulated clit.
“I can’t, Kai, don’t.”
He groans into me, the sound vibrating through my core, his hands locking my hips down when I try to thrash away. “Yes, you can,” he growls against my cunt, his tongue circling mercilessly. “You’re gonna scream for me again, Scar. You’re gonna drown in me until there’s nothing left.”
And he devours me—hard, filthy, cruel—dragging me higher even as my body sobs with overstimulation, until I’m clawing at the sheets, screaming his name, and breaking all over again on his tongue.
I don’t even know how I move; my body’s shaking too hard, but somehow I’m crawling up, gasping, clawing at his hair. His eyes blaze up at me, wild, starving, and before I can think—before I can stop myself—I’m lowering down onto his mouth.
His growl vibrates straight through me, filthy and hungry, his hands locking on my thighs, dragging me down until I’m smothering him.
“Fuck—Kai—” The scream tears out of me, high and broken, as his tongue slides through the slick mess he’s already made of me.
I try to lift, to escape the raw overstimulation, but his grip is iron, pinning me to his face. He devours me like he’ll drown if I move, tongue relentless, sucking, licking, driving me into another spiral I can’t fight.
I grind down without meaning to, sobbing his name, riding his face in filthy circles while tears streak hot down my cheeks. Every flick of his tongue makes me twitch, makes me moan, makes me lose another piece of myself.
“It’s wrong,” I sob, my voice splintering, my body shuddering. “So fucking wrong—”
He groans against me, harder, filthier, and I can feel the words he isn’t saying—I don’t care. You’re mine anyway.
And still I ride him, broken, desperate, ruined, my thighs shaking around his head as he keeps me right there, drowning in his mouth.
I can’t breathe. His mouth is everywhere, his tongue merciless, his teeth grazing me until I’m shaking, thrashing, clawing at his hair. My body’s begging to break, but every time I tip over the edge he pulls back just enough, leaving me sobbing above him.
“Kai—please—” my voice was shredded and ruined. “Please, I can’t—I need—”
His hands dig into my thighs, locking me down against his mouth, forcing me to grind on him like an animal. I choke on his muffled, filthy growl that vibrates so deep within me.
“Say it,” he rasps between licks, his breath hot and wet against me. “Say the words, baby sister. Say what you’re thinking when you’re riding my face like a slut.”
Shame claws at me, burning hotter than the pleasure. My tears drip down my chest, my hips still rolling, desperate, humiliating.
“I—I can’t—”
His tongue spears into me, cruel, relentless, until I scream and sob, my nails tearing at the sheets. “Yes, you can. You will. Or I’ll keep you here all night, screaming into my mouth until you forget your own name.”
I’m choking, trembling, wrecked. The words fall out before I can catch them, filthy, broken, a confession that tastes like blood in my mouth.
“I think about it—I think about you—when I touch myself, when I’m alone, always you.”
His answering growl makes my whole body convulse, his mouth punishing me harder, filthier, dragging me closer again only to hold me there, trembling on the knife-edge of release.
And I realise he’s not going to let me cum until I confess everything. Until there’s nothing left of me but the truth.
I’m gone—wrecked, wild, sobbing—but I don’t stop grinding down on him. His mouth is a weapon, his tongue ruthless, sucking and lapping like he’s starving, and I can’t get away; I don’t want to get away.
My thighs clamp tighter around his head, trembling, slick, my whole body jerking with every flick of his tongue. His hands bruise my hips, dragging me down harder, forcing me to ride him filthier, wetter, until the room is nothing but the sounds of me breaking and the wet, obscene mess between us.
“Fuck—Kai—fuck,” my scream tears roar out of my throat, high and desperate, my hips circling faster, shameless, riding his face like I’ll die if I stop.