Beast's Demands (Crude Hill High 3)

Did I finally make him feel something? Anything? I clenched my hands at my side. Every part of my body screamed for me to turn back, but I took a step further, and another until the water lapped at my chin.

If there was a shark or a sea beast, they could take me now. I was deep enough. I thought.

My heart was pounding. The urge to swim consumed me. If I started swimming, I could keep on going until death claimed me.

I lifted up and began to float, staring up at the night’s sky that would soon be cast all over. The sun was so close to setting.

I turned over with the intention of doing exactly that when an arm wrapped around my waist and dragged me away from the peace I was hunting.

Screaming, I fought the hold, but he wouldn’t let me go.

Earl’s curses rang out in the night and with it, my anger as well. How dare he!

When we were back to shore, he threw me to the ground.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

I didn’t think. I got to my feet and attacked him. He grabbed my wrists, stopping me from clawing at his already scarred face.

I wanted to put a mark on him. So I knew there was something more to him than the asshole beast that kept me here.

He shoved me back, not hard, but enough for me to stumble.

“Why did you stop me?” I asked, screaming at the top of my lungs. My throat hurt. Tears spilled down my cheeks, and I made no move to bat them away. I wanted the tears, the anger, the aggression. It was all directed at him, and he deserved it.

“Do you really think I’d let you escape?”

“Is that what you think? I’m trying to escape you? I’m trying to get the hell away from this, from myself, from you, from everything. I don’t want to escape. This isn’t about freedom.”

“You were trying to kill yourself?” he asked.

“Was this the torture you set out for me? To break me down? To watch me lose every single part of myself?” I laughed. “Of course, it is. This isn’t about my virginity. This is about you having complete control.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, I do. If it was just sex, you’d have had me already.”

“Get in the house.”

“No!” I slammed my foot down. I wasn’t going to be ordered around, not by him, not anymore. I wasn’t in a position of power, but I did have something I could take away from him. Glaring at him, I stepped toward him. “Take it. Get it over with. Fuck me, Earl Valentine.” I spoke his full name, and other than his nostrils flaring, it was like there was no reaction to him. He was a cold man.

“Get in the house before I make you.”

“Then make me, Earl. But know this, if you don’t fuck me tonight, your chance with a virgin will cease.” I moved up toward him.

“There’s nothing you can do.”

“No. All I need is something round and deep. I can press it against my pussy and plunge it in, tearing away my virginity. That small piece of flesh you value so highly.”

His fingers wrapped around my neck. He pressed down just a bit, giving the hint of what he could do, but he didn’t go tighter. I could still breathe.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Test me. See what I do.”

I screamed as I was suddenly thrown over his shoulder. I was drenched from the ocean. I didn’t go willingly.

Hands clenched into fists once again, I pounded at his back. He slapped my ass, and I just continued to beat on his ass, screaming to make him put me down.

I didn’t know what the hell was going on with me.

I was crazed. On the razor edge of oblivion. Hungry to make him react.

I was tired of being in this rut with him. I was even more tired of being left alone. The island was starting to get to me. I always considered myself a mentally strong person, but everyone had a breaking point. He was forcing mine.

We were in the house as I watched the floor come into view. His foot kicked the door closed, and then we were making our way upstairs. One step, then the other. He wasn’t slowing, and the speed at which he was moving made me feel a little sick.

I didn’t like hanging upside down. The desire to vomit was strong, and it immediately vanished as he dropped me onto the bed.

This time, I didn’t run away. He stepped back and started to loosen his clothing, revealing the expanse of his heavily inked, muscular chest. The pants were next, but I didn’t allow myself the pleasure of watching.

Getting to my feet, I removed the wet dress, followed by my underwear. With my gaze on his, I slid up the bed to lay against the sheets, open, exposed, ready for him. My legs spread for him to see.