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It feels as if a rush of electricity is coursing through my body as he works me over with his fingers and tongue. My brain shuts off, any and all thoughts fly out the window as it solely focuses on one thing—the pleasure that’s turning my entire world upside down. I run my fingers through his hair, pulling at it and bucking into him, grinding against his face.
My entire body tenses up, but then everything stops. He pulls away, slipping his fingers out and tasting the wetness coating them. He groans, and I can’t help but feel put out.
“Oh, don’t glare at me. We need a shower. How can I defile you if you’re already dirty?” His snickering infuriates me, and I rub my thighs together, trying to chase the friction he so rudely took away.
I take my index and middle finger and fit them into a V shape, using them to rub the sides of my clit. “If you can’t finish me off, I can get the job done.” I take my bra off, then touch my breast with my other hand, swirling my thumb around my hard nipple.
He prowls toward me. Every step he takes, I take a step back, moving us further away from the ensuite.
“Maddalena,” he growls. “Stop touching yourself, or I’ll edge you so badly you’ll beg me to never touch you again.”
I smile, taking another step back. A moan slips free from my lips as pleasure courses through me. “No. Make me.”
He takes another few steps, and I switch to circling my clit lazily. I take two of my fingers and suck on them, swirling my tongue around them like I would his cock. He watches me for several seconds, then lowers his gaze to where I touch myself.
Sighing, he cracks his neck. “You’re going to be so much fun, little killer. I’m going to have the best time breaking you down, piece by piece, and playing with the hellfire that’s burning inside you.”
He charges me, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. His hand comes down hard and quick on my ass as he carries me to the bathroom. “If you’re going to be a brat, you’ll get brat treatment,” he slowly says with inflection, as if he’s speaking to a child.
I gasp, trying to hold in a shout as the pain ricochets through my asscheeks. Scratching my nails up his back does nothing to stop him. “Keep marking me, you chaotic little kitten. You’re only turning me on more.”
He spanks me a second time, then a third, before putting me down outside the shower. For a modest, older home, it’s larger than I expected it to be.
Garrix strips. In the bright fluorescent lighting, I can see how much blood stains his face, hands, arms. His white dress shirt on the floor is covered in splatter. When I peek into the mirror, I find myself in the same state. It’s crusted into my hairline and all over my neck.
He stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on top of mine. We look like two deranged comic book villains, covered in blood and soaked in mayhem.
“My little killer, why do you keep pushing me away when we’re so alike? You know our inner demons complement each other so well. It’s going to be you and me against the world. And when we finally capture your stalker, I can’t wait to torture him together. We’ll tear his whole world apart and make him pay.”
His hand slides down past the softness of my stomach to finger my clit. His words spark something devious inside of me, and I’m dripping with need. He brings my wetness to my mouth, then pushes it inside.
“Do you taste yourself? That’s how badly you want me. How much of a whore you are for me, and only me. Tell me how much you want me to ruin you.”
He enters me again, his fingers making me tremble as he breaks me down with every thrust. “I want you to ruin me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I want you to fuck me so hard I fall apart, G. Make me scream your name until my voice is gone and I can’t hold myself up anymore. I want you to come on me, mark me. Choke me. Spank me. Make me soak the sheets. Punish me.”
His eyes spark with something too off-putting and mischievous to put a name to. “You’re a sick, twisted girl, you know that?”
I raise a brow and lock eyes with him in the mirror. “Would you rather me be good?”
“No. I love the darkness inside you, because it shadows the darkness in me.”
He stops touching me, leaving me wanting a second time as he leads me to the shower and guides me inside. As he cleans the blood from my hands and skin, he teases me with gentle touches. He caresses my breasts with a soapy washcloth, collaring my throat with his other hand and setting my entire body on fire. His calloused hands trail down my back, taking my asscheeks in his palms and spreading them apart.
His thumb rubs over my hole and I shiver. “Has anyone ever touched you here? Been inside your ass?”
I hear his other thumb pop from his mouth, and he massages me with the spit slick digit. I can barely string a sentence together as I say, “Not inside me, no.”
“Fuck. I won’t do it tonight, but soon… I’m going to destroy this pretty pink hole of yours. I’ll claim every inch of you.”
As he lets my conditioner sit, he cleans himself from top to bottom. His dick stands tall between his thighs. I try to touch it, but he bats my hand away. “You’ll get what I give you.”
If any other man I'd been with tried to be high-handed with me, I would have laughed in their face. But somehow, Garrix pulls it off. I crave his dominance. His wicked side. The part of him that some people find off. I want all the most depraved, unhinged parts of him all for myself.
He rinses my hair, then dries us both with big fluffy black towels. When we’re done, he leans on the counter. His arms are crossed under his pecs, highlighting his bulging biceps.
