Our Broken Pieces - M.E. Clayton Page 0,53

but Gage wasn’t letting up. The more I fought, the harder he fucked me. It wasn’t until I managed to sink my teeth into his palm that he pulled his hand back. And all that did was further turn him on.

“Do your worst, Mystic,” he grunted, repeating my words back to me.

“Gage…condom,” I panted. “We…need…a condom.”

Anger crept into his blue eyes, and before I knew it, he had me flipped over, his imposing frame covering my entire back. He was buried deep inside me, the tip of his cock pushing on my cervix, making his invasion painful as hell, as he growled, “The fuck I’m putting a condom on.”

“Gage!”

He inched forward, pressing painfully. “You’re out of your mind if you think I’m wearing a condom with you.” His weight lifted, but before I could fight for freedom, Gage wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, and with all his weight, he anchored me to the bed. There was no way I was going to be able to buck him off. He went back to fucking me, and I was both equally scared and turned on.

His thrusts became brutal, and I knew he was in the zone where he could no longer consider me, but I had to try. “Gage…it’s not…safe!”

He ignored me like I knew he would, and the next thing I knew he was yanking me up, crushing my back to his chest. His hand came around the front, and now it was the front of my neck he was holding prisoner. Gage leaned down and bit my shoulder and my body shuttered of its own accord. The orgasm swept through my body, not surprising me one bit.

I lived for Gage’s brutality.

Gage pushed me back down on the bed before my orgasm had subsided, and when he pulled out of me, I knew what was next. We hadn’t done it often when we were kids because our time and opportunities to be together had been few and far between, so Gage always went straight to the sex. On rare occasions, we’d engage in foreplay, but the night of Margot’s birthday party had been the one and only time we’d had an entire night together. It was the first and only time he had taken his time to explore every inch of my skin, shocking me further with the things the boy had been compelled to do to me.

“Since you’re so fucking worried about pregnancy…” he snarled, not realizing pregnancy was the furthest thing from my mind.

Luckily, my body was relaxed enough from the ebbing sensations of my orgasm or else Gage would have ripped me open. Sadly, not that either of us were opposed to that. I felt the head of his cock push against the puckered resistance of my body, and my moan was two parts pleasure and burning pain as he forced the head through and didn’t stop to give me a chance to get accustomed to his overwhelming size.

He fell back into the rhythm of pumping in and out of my body, and every thrust was proof that the man was pissed about everything that had to do with me. “I’ll just cum in your ass, Mystic. No worries,” he taunted, and it was the first time he’s ever been mean to me while we had sex.

Gage had always had a filthy mouth, but he had never spoken to me disrespectfully. He had left me bruised and battered, but because it was what we both had wanted. His dismissive tone irked me, which was stupid considering the things the man had done to my body. A lot more should have offended me aside that crappy little sentence.

Pleasure started taking place of the discomfort and I pushed back. I never told him, but this was one of the most favorite things I enjoyed when Gage and I were together. Maybe because we couldn’t engage in it often, or perhaps because it was taboo and forbidden, but I had loved how he had every part of me.

I found I still did.

I started moaning, and Gage’s anger shifted. “God, baby, your ass is so fucking tight wrapped around my cock,” he groaned, and I hated how I knew this was going to end badly.

I suspected Gage had ruined me for all other men when I was eighteen, but now, with him holding my ass cheeks in his hands, spreading them for his viewing pleasure as he plowed into my ass over and over, I knew for a