Tragic Beauty (Beauty & The Darkness #1)(35)

It goes on forever, until finally, his touch leaves me, and through a dreary blur, I see Shayne on his knees at my feet, head bowed, panting.

Slowly, he rises and meets my eyes. “See how good you taste,” he says, pushing his fingers between my lips.

I try to jerk away, but his fingers follow me, so I bite down. He growls and yanks his fingers from my mouth. I expect a strike, but he only smiles. “That’s my girl.”

My head falls forward, both from exhaustion and frustration. I don’t have to look to know that Shayne’s taking off the rest of his clothes. I can hear it.

I flinch when he grabs my body and spins me around. His hardness digs into my back, like a burning steel rod, as he jerks at the rope and undoes my wrists, then my ankles. I gather what little strength I have left to fight back, but my struggles do nothing to stop him. He grabs me and throws me down on my back and climbs on top of me. The burn on my hip grates against the comforter, and I cry out.

I keep trying to get away, but he pins my wrists and settles his weight on top of me. “This has been a long time coming, Ava.”

He forces my legs apart, and with his black eyes staring me down, he enters me, splitting me open. I shriek, the pain from my hip gone, replaced by another, so thick and so vicious I can’t breathe.

Shayne groans, his eyes fixed on mine, then he lunges into me again, the agony exploding to every part of me. Then he takes me, over and over, grunting and forcing his way so deep inside I think I’ll die. I close my eyes to hide the terror on top of me, but it’s overwhelming. Time slows, my mind shrinks. I try to think of green eyes. Try to imagine it’s Gavin over me. But the beast is too real. The pain is too real. It goes on forever, an endless hell I can’t escape. When he finally comes, my body feels torn in half, my soul shattered. After a few final thrusts, he lies quiet, breathing hard over me.

I turn my head to the side, unable to face the monster. Tears stream quietly down my face. It’s only then I realize he hadn’t used protection. Some faint glimmer of relief wells inside that I have the implant, but it dies out, leaving just wreckage.

I barely hear him when he whispers, “You felt so good, baby.”

His words fade away, and I feel him stroking my cheek, kissing my neck, but the tenderness does nothing to ease the hurt inside me. I begin to drift, vaguely aware he’s let go of my wrists until he flips me over onto my stomach. Now I am aware. Aware that he’s hard against me once more. I make a meek sound of protest, but his only answer is to spit and finger my other entrance. The sudden breach makes me lunge forward, but he pins me down.

“Did you give him this too?” he asks.

I nod with a jerk, not caring that I’m lying.

I brace for the worst, but he only sighs and shoves in a second finger, causing me to grunt. When the third finger enters, I shriek.

“You know what I think?” he says, slowly moving his fingers back and forth. “I think you’re lying to me again. You’re way too tight.” I cringe when he leans down over me and whispers, “Can’t tell you how happy that makes me, wife.”

The bed creaks when he shifts over me, straddling my thighs. His fingers are gone, but when I hear him spit again, I know what’s coming. I try to squirm away, but his flesh is there, relentless, the pressure slowly building until the head pushes its way in. My scream shatters the air, the pain so blinding tears burst through my eyes.

I barely hear his voice behind me. “Don’t worry, Ava. You don’t deserve it, but I’ll go slow. I’m a lot to take, I know. And this little ass. So damn snug. You’re not much bigger than you were on that playground, are you? You’re a little taller now, a lot more filled out in the chest, but your body almost looks like it did back then. My little Ava. But don’t worry, I’ll get you loosened up. Not too much though. Didn’t get to make you bleed with your other hole, so guess I’ll have to do it with this hole.”

He slips out of me, only to enter again. He does this for a bit, until my flesh finally starts to give, and the pain begins to settle. Then he leans down, cradling my head in his hands, and begins moving over me, slow and relentless, venturing deeper and deeper.

“I love hearing you cry like this,” he says, running his lips across my cheek. “You sound so sweet, so precious. And you know what? This is my hole now, Ava. You gave him that other one, so this one is going to be mine. All mine. And see, you’re softening already. Ahhh, fuck. There you go. That’s my girl. Almost halfway there. But I still got to make you bleed, don’t I?”

He stills above me, his body so quiet when he gives me a kiss on my cheek, then he grips me by the hair and shoves himself all the way in. I feel the tear and I scream. I scream so loud, and I can’t stop. I scream until my voice is nothing but a rasp, but the pain’s still there.

“Fuuuck,” he hisses into my ear, leaving himself wedged in. He strokes my hair, nuzzles my neck. “I’m so far inside you,” he whispers. “I’ll always be inside you, from here on out.”

Slowly, he draws out the length of him, then pushes his way back in until I feel the rake of his pubic hair against my tailbone. He gives a few quick grinding thrusts, that make me shriek even louder, then he does it again and again.

I’m drowning, spiraling into a sea of pain I can’t escape. The beast grunts and his pace builds, until he’s pounding into me so hard the bed shakes and I can’t breathe. It barely registers when he shoves his hand between me and the mattress, and begins circling my flesh.