The Veterans MC: Rift| 𝐀.𝐊.(DRAFT)

CHAPTER 4.4

Marina’s POV

“This isn’t a game, little one.” he said gruffly in my ear as he continued pinning me between him and the dresser. One hand was now cupping me and squeezing me without any remorse as the other was gripping tightly at my throat. Fuck me, what have I gotten myself into?

But would I want it any other way? No, he was right, I wouldn’t. After I pulled up with Dalton at the apartment, he said that he can play the game of pissing Rift off, but he wouldn’t touch me. He said that brothers don’t do that to each other. And I was glad for that.

“You’re ignoring daddy now, little one, are you?” he warned and suddenly pushed two fingers inside of me. I gasped as I bit into his arm, pain and pleasure filling me in a speed I never felt before. This daddy thing was my fault, I shouldn’t have started it and he was mocking me about it but in all honestly it turned me on even more. Was it fucked up? Yes. Did I care? Fuck no.

“You want me to make you come, little one?” he asked with a smirk as I looked at him from the mirror. His chest on my back, following my movement like a snake, grabbing me and never letting me go. I could feel his hard cock on top of my ass and I wanted him there. Fuck, shit, what is going on?

“I asked a question.” he growled and pumped another finger inside of me, stilling for a moment as he ground himself on my hips once more. “Yes, I do.” I hissed angrily, my head dropping as I hung onto his arm that was around my throat for dear life.

“But that wouldn't be much of a punishment, would it?” he asked and my eyes widened at him. “No!” I exclaimed and grabbed his arm. No way in hell was he leaving me like this! “Now, now. That’s not how it’s going to happen, little one.” he warned and pulled his fingers off my wet and throbbing pussy. I fucking whimpered a plead, but he shook his head. “Suck.” he ordered as he placed his fingers on my lower lip.

Obeying this time, I opened my mouth and sucked as hard as I could, his hand on my throat tightening and a small mewl left my throat. Shit, I am fucked with this man… “Did he touch you?” he asked, anger now filling his darkened eyes, I shook my head and pleaded with my eyes as his hand now roamed my body, landing on one of my breasts. He squeezed and pulled, not caring how painful it felt, because he knew that I liked it, my face said it all. I watched us together in the mirror and couldn’t help but feel contempt as I stared at him owning me. Just this once, Marina, this once. I promised myself.

“Did, he, touch, you?” he growled in my ear as he slapped my pussy with all the strength he had, a scream leaving my mouth at first but then I moaned as his thumb found my clit. “We kissed.” I said truthfully and he looked at me from the mirror. Dalton might have said no to sex, but he did after we made out for more than half an hour. “And?” he probed and I shook my head, he wasn’t going to like it. “And nothing.” I lied.

Growling, he planted a palm on my back, pushing me down on the dresser after he threw everything it had on the floor. “Fine, you want to lie, then do that shit while I’m fucking inside of you, Marina.” he spat my name and didn’t warn me when he slammed into me in one smooth thrust.

He moved fast at first, every stroke of his cock filling me whole as he gripped my hips and let himself lose. Punishing me, not caring about my pleasure. Or that’s what he thought anyway. I was getting off as much as he was, and I bet he knew it too.

“Tell me, little one, did you want him to be inside you the way I am now?” he asked as he pounded harder inside of me. Looking up at him from the mirror, a loud moan escaped me at the sight of him. His big tattooed arms, his long dishevelled hair and above all, his dark brown eyes took possession of me at that moment. “Rift…” I moaned a little quieter this time and he pushed inside of me even harder. A heated expression on his face.

“Did you want him to make you cum?” he asked again and I shook my head. “I wanted you to do it.” I admitted and he grabbed my throat, arching my back so he could whisper in my ear. “You’re mine.” he breathed and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as a screeching orgasm grabbed a hold of me, “Rift.” I warned but he didn’t stop. The harder I squeezed his cock, the harder he slammed into me. He had no intention of stopping until he was satisfied, and he might think that was punishment for me, but it was far from that.

“Fuck, Marina, you are so fucking wet. Shit.” he cursed and with a pinch to my nipple, I came one more time, shuttering down on him, knees buckling as I tried to breathe. He tried to get back the pieces of control that had shattered around us. He couldn’t, I couldn’t, but after this was over, then everything was over with it too.

He picked up his pace one more time, thrusting inside of me, making me ride out my orgasm as he rushed to chase after his own and a growl, angrier than before left his mouth, lips sucking on my neck as he also came undone. Fuck, this was fucked up.

A little while later, and he hadn’t moved, his arms were wrapped around me, making me feel wanted in a whole new way that I know it must be my imagination. We both knew he had to go and dispose of the condom but he took however much time he had to hold me as I breathed, looking at his closed eyes from the mirror, feeling the cold metal of his dog tags on my heated skin.

“I’m going to throw away the wrap.” he whispered in my ear and I nodded at him as he walked outside of the bedroom to the only bathroom this apartment had. I sighed and tried to clean myself up with wet wipes and before I knew it he was back inside the room. Looking down at me from the door frame he had leaned in fully naked and arms crossed over his chest. Shit.

I fucked up badly, why can’t I just stop messing up my own life? I bit my bottom lip as I stared down in anger to myself. Hands on my hips, I reprimanded myself that sleeping around like this was how I got abducted. But that wasn’t enough, I knew Rift was a good man, or a decent one anyway, which was more than I could say about the ones I've met, so I had to find another excuse to make this situation wrong.

Shaking my head, I tried to think as I paced up and down the room, but I was too foggy to think at the moment. “Regretting it already?” he asked as he walked closer to me, looking down with a small smile. “Aren’t you?” I asked with an arched brow, he should be the one panicking, not me. After all, he was the one who- “No, weirdly enough, I don’t.” he said as he now stared at me with a serious look.

“What?” I asked and he shook his head, “Next time you’re horny, you call me. Got me?” he asked sternly and I was taken aback by this statement. “No?” I asked myself more than asked him. “Why would I do that?” I asked, shooked now, he wanted to fuck again? What the hell? “You think I am some kind of whore-”

“Don’t even try that shit with me, Marina.” he growled and snatched my elbow, pulling me closer to him. “You do as I say, got me?” he asked again and I stared up at him wide eyed. Oh, no, hello brown eyed heartbreak, nice to fucking meet you.

“Got you.” I said and sighed as he nodded. “Now what?” I asked and he smirked at me.