Misted (Team Zero #5) by Rina Kent

Hawk fists my hair around his hand and yanks it back. I cry out as needles of pain erupt on my scalp. “Where the fuck did you go?”

He starts moving, and I forget all about whatever I’d been thinking. He thrusts into me hard and fast, hitting my cervix every time.

“You only think about me when I fuck you.” He slaps my arse and the back of my thighs in maddening succession. Pleasure and pain intertwine so closely, I feel my walls tightening around him.

“Is that understood?” He pulls out almost completely and slams back in again. Black and white dots gather behind my lids.

“Y-yes…” I mumble, unable to form any coherent thoughts. The vase rattles on the table from Hawk’s relentless thrusts. Cold splashes of water fall on my hot cheek.

He pulls on my hair more until I’m staring at the creamy ceiling with an antique chandelier. The position is uncomfortable, but I welcome the pain and the primal intensity that comes with his touch. I’ve been deprived for so long, all of this feels like the sweetest, most delicious torture.

My fingers dig into the table’s wood so hard, one of my nails cracks. Hawk pulls out, but before I can mourn the loss, he slams in again. I scream, hoarse and loud as my walls unravel around him. The orgasm hits me so hard that I turn limp against the wood.

Hawk continues pounding into me, increasing his manic speed until the table rattles and the vase falls on the table. The spilt water soaks my hair and face as he grunts and his fist tightens in my hair. Warmth fills my insides, nearly pushing me to that phase all over again.

He releases me, and my body grieves the void as a hot liquid trickles down the inside of my thighs. As he promised, he fucked me so thoroughly that I can’t stand. I remain against the table, catching my chaotic breathing.

The cold air and water drench my sweaty, heated skin. I feel so elated, I want to ask him for a hug and sleep curled in his lap.

“On your knees,” he calls in a tight voice from behind me.

So much for a hug.

I push off the table on wobbly legs, turn around and sink to the floor in front of him.

If it’s only once, I might as well live it to the very end.

Hawk’s God-like presence towers above me with his proud cock in hand. He’s already semi-hard again. Talk about stamina. A throb starts between my legs at the thought of taking him in my hands, my mouth, and inside me, over and over again.

“Open,” he orders in a toe-curling commanding tone.

My lips slowly part, my throat dry and my body clenching with need.

Back in the old days, he barely let me give him head, and he never finishes in my mouth. But this unapologetic, harsh version of Hawk doesn’t even ask for permission.

He pushes the tip between my lips. I open up more because maybe I like this dominant, controlling Hawk a bit too much. Maybe I want everything he has to offer.

My nipples tighten and pulse in anticipation as I lick the smooth, velvety skin clean. I’m about to reach a hand and touch myself, but Hawk wraps my hair around his fist and thrusts to the back of my throat. My breath cuts off and my gag reflex shoots up. Tears burst from eyes as I place both hands on his thighs and try to shove him away.

Hawk pulls out of my mouth. I splutter and cough, gasping like a drowned person finding the shore. I barely suck in some air when he fists my hair tighter and slams to my throat again and again. He takes control of my mouth and face fucks me. In and out. I drool around him as tears stream down my face at the intensity of all this. It’s not supposed to turn me on, but I’m pulsing and heating for more. Much more.

Hawk groans in appreciation as he slides in and out of my mouth with brutal force. I can’t help but watch him. Really watch him. How his broad shoulders flex and strain against his T-shirt. How his growing hair sticks to his temples with sweat. How the veins bulge in his neck, giving the feather tattoos a sinister edge. How his droopy, darkened eyes look down at me with less hatred and more bewilderment.

It’s like he always wanted to do this and now that he’s finally here, it’s setting his world on fire like it’s doing mine.

He didn’t have to hold back. Not then, and certainly not now. I always yearned for this unhinged side of him. And now that I got it, I don’t know how I’ll survive without it.

Hawk releases an animal-like growl as his sublime body tenses. He stops at the back of my throat and commands, “Swallow.”

I do. He doesn’t even need to ask me to.

Some cum leaks down the sides of my mouth, but I do my best to swallow everything. He never came anywhere outside my body before, and now I feel how much I’ve been missing out.

Hawk pulls out of my sore mouth. His gaze follows the cum leaking down my chin to my neck and the rest that’s been coating my half-bare thighs. He fucking marked me.

He rips his gaze from me without meeting my imploring eyes as he tucks himself back in his jeans.

“Hawk…?”

After what happened just now, the least he can do is kiss me. He doesn’t have to say anything. A kiss is enough.

“You’re not leaving.” His voice is stone cold. “I have a tracker on you so I can find you anywhere you go.”

Just like that, he turns around and strides out of the house. Without a glance. Without a kiss. Without… nothing.

He just treated me like a whore and left.

That’s all that I’ve become to him.