Pawn (The Pawn Duet #2) - T.M. Frazier Page 0,20

rattling sink—dust from where the sink and wall meet falls to the ground.

Pike pushes down on my shoulders and lifts my hips so that I'm standing on the balls of my feet, legs spread as wide as they can go, making myself as open to him as I can possibly be. He drives into me with a force that's not just going to break the wall but likely break me in half. I grip the side of the sink with both hands, holding on with all of my strength. I meet his every thrust with a push of my own, determined to give it as good as I can take it as my muscles strain, and my body relishes in the pleasure of it all.

The power.

Pike finally pulls his fingers from my mouth. Blood drips from the corner of my lips. I try and catch my breath, but there are no breaks. There's just me and Pike and this dangerous thing between us that has us pulling and pushing against each other as if possessed by demons.

Or maybe, we are the demons.

Possessed or not, my legs shake. My knees grow weak. To keep from falling, I lift one arm and press my hand against the mirror. My lower stomach clenches and begins to spasm, and I'm not sure how much longer I can hold this position. I begin to slip, but push up with my feet onto my toes, pressing harder against the mirror. On my other hand, my knuckles are white as I tighten my grip on the edge of the sink, desperate to stay upright. Desperate to feel all of this. To feel him.

"Fuck, Mic," Pike moans, his cock thickening inside me, pulsing against my inner walls. His thighs behind to shake against the back of my legs. I'm still looking in the mirror, but my vision blurs as my body tightens around his cock. All I see is a now fuzzy image of two bodies looking to both pleasure and punish the other.

I adjust my hand as my feet again threaten to slip, clawing at the mirror, wishing it wasn't so damn smooth.

"You better be fucking watching," Pike grates through gritted teeth. I blink rapidly and focus on the chording of Pike's neck as my vision clears.

"Pike!" I cry as a wave of pleasure threatens to burst within me. My entire body begins to tremble with my impending orgasm, and if this is only a preview, I'm elated and fucking terrified of what's to come.

The room smells like sweat and sex. The sounds of the slapping of skin on skin fill the small room, along with our grunts and groans.

I use everything I have to push back against Pike, taking what I want, no, what I need.

"Yes," he rasps. 'That's it. Mic. That's my fucking girl. Give me all you got."

Releasing my grip on the sink, I use both hands to push against the mirror, giving him what he's asking for.

It's too much. The mirror cracks under the added pressure, spider-webbing around my fingers and slicing into my skin.

My body tightens around Pike's cock, gripping him from the inside.

Pike's rhythm becomes erratic and wild. He wraps his arms around my waist, holding me tightly in place against his body.

Blood drips from my fingers, painting our reflections red.

We don't stop fucking.

Pike grips my jaw again, placing his chin on my shoulder, forcing me to watch our distorted bloody images in the spider-webbed glass that has broken us into two pieces. Pike in one and me in the other.

We don't stop fucking.

Glass begins to fall, dropping into the sink and onto our bodies, pricking at our skin.

We fuck harder.

Pike's name tears from my lips as I reach the edge, glass raining down all around us.

We fuck even harder.

The piece with my image falls.

Pike groans out my name on a strangled cry that pushes me into a kind of pleasure that's both painful and brutal and soothing and bliss all at the same time.

"Mic," he breathes, as I'm still feeling the bliss tear through my body. He rests his head on my shoulder.

The last piece, the one with his reflection, falls into the sink.

The mirror is now completely shattered.

And so are we.

I’m still dazed from what just happened when Pike grabs my face in his hands and stares deeply into my eyes. “Mic, let me help you. I won’t stand in your way, but I’ll help you get your revenge. Come with me now, and we will figure this shit