Hideaway (Devil's Night 2)

Banks had been around rougher guys than me, but I’d make damn sure she didn’t forget this. The little Torrance slut was all mine for however long she kept her legs spread.

I came down on her, groaning at every inch of her skin hot against mine.

I lifted up her knee, and nibbled her lips as I settled myself between her legs. God, I could feel the wet warmth at her center. My body started to shake.

I covered her mouth, feeling her whimpers and moans vibrate under my lips.

Working my hand down between us, I positioned myself and started to push.

She gasped, her muscles suddenly tensing. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. Damon doesn’t have to know you loved getting fucked by me more than him.”

And I growled, thrusting hard and deep and sinking into her tight body, my brain barely registering a thin barrier giving way.

She cried out, tossing her head back with her face twisted up in pain. “Ah! Oh, God!”

What the fuck? I stilled.

Her body shook, her nails dug into my shoulders, and she was breathing a mile a minute. It was pain, not pleasure.

I stopped breathing.

No, no, n

o…What? No.

I lie there, staring down at her as my cock throbbed inside her.

A virgin?

I could feel the confusion etched on my face.

She was a fucking virgin?

She gasped again and again, trying to catch her breath. It slowly calmed as the shock ebbed away, and we both just laid there, her expression starting to relax.

She opened her eyes, looking up into my pained face.

Oh, God. What did I do?

Her lips slowly curved into a half-smile. “Yeah, you didn’t see that coming, did you?”

Banks

Present

“What the hell’s going on?” He looked down at me in agony, all the meanness and cockiness from earlier now gone.

I knew what he was confused about, but I didn’t answer. I blinked through the tears in my eyes.

It had hurt. Just like Damon said it would.

I wanted to pull away from him, but then he’d know I couldn’t take what was happening. I couldn’t help but squirm under him, though, and try to shift the pain.

It burned, and I was uncomfortable. My throat swelled with the tears I was trying to hold in.

Of course, I knew it would only hurt that once, but once was all I would ever suffer, so help me. I clenched my jaw to keep my chin from trembling. I didn’t want to give away the shame I felt. I would never fucking do this again. It didn’t feel good.