Page 86 of Deadfall

I locked my hands against his shoulders. “No, Riggs—you have to warm me up first.”

“It’s fine,” he breathed. “I’ll go slow.”

Yeah, right.

I didn’t have the breath to scoff as anxiety and fear stole it from me. Riggs spit on his hand and brought his fingers to my hole. The pressure was intense and threatened to send me spiraling into the past.

“At least use lube,” I gasped. “Please.”

My voice wavered, but Riggs scowled and grabbed the bottle on the nightstand.

“Come on, Syn,” Riggs stated. “Don’t be a little bitch about it.”

He hastily lubed up his cock and pushed it against my asshole.

“Riggs, stop—that hurts—”

He only pushed harder and broke through the resistance with a scowl at my protests. He slammed a hand across my mouth when I cried out, and tears I said I’d never shed again ran unchecked as the pain only intensified.

“Relax, baby,” he purred.

Riggs bent down and licked my tears, slowly stroking deeper into my ass and groaning with each wince and cry I made against his palm. My nails dug into his chest and I fought to relax, knowing it would hurt less that way. A few shallow strokes helped ease him up to the hilt. I closed my eyes and hoped he’d finish quickly. The hand left my mouth, only to slap me across the face.

“No, no—” He panted. “Eyes on me. I want to see you take my cock in that tight ass.”

His hand went back over my mouth, and I glared angrily at him. Riggs pumped into me, his attention flickered between my face and his cock.

“I’d wipe that glare off your fucking face if I were you, brat,” he snarled.

He pushed my legs up, and the angle became excruciating. I whimpered and fought to lower them. He slapped me across the back of the thigh. I tightened involuntarily at the sting and he groaned.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Riggs murmured.

He slid two fingers into my pussy and stroked roughly in tandem with his thrusts. Sometimes I felt the ghost of pleasure lick my insides, but he never cared enough to listen to my body, and this time was no different. I wasn’t going to come, but I knew what he wanted. I groaned and gripped the sheets as I forced myself to gasp like he hit the right spot.

“That’s it,” Riggs growled. “I know you like it, fucking pain slut.”

I glared up at him, but he only smirked and drilled into me until he tumbled over the edge of pleasure. He jerked his hips as the last waves crashed over him and he collapsed on top of me.

“God, that felt good,” he panted. “Did you come?”

“Yeah—” I lied.

I climbed off the bed and fought through the haze of rage at his words. He grabbed my wrist in a firm grip and I looked over in annoyance.

“Stay with me,” he demanded.

“No. I’m going to shower,” I said, flatly.

“Please, Sinny.” The dangerous look in his eyes contradicted his soft tone.

“Not tonight, Riggs,” I insisted.

I gently extracted myself and pulled on my clothes. I felt his gaze drill into my back until the door shut behind me. I made my way through the house toward my bedroom, but detoured into the kitchen to grab some water. I rounded the corner and ran into Hangman.

“Whoa, careful, pretty girl,” he chuckled, and placed a steadying hand on my arm. He was freshly showered and smelled like his spicy body wash.

“Sorry,” I muttered.