Page 92 of Poisonous Kiss


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Both of his hands wrap around my neck.

Then he starts to fuck me like I have never been fucked before, not even by him.

He fucks like he wants to fuck me to death. Like he’s punishing me. Like he wants to break me.

My screams of pleasure echo throughout the house, my body bouncing between his chiseled muscles and the hard floor at my back as he fucks me like a rag doll. Gabriel rams into me with brutal, hard strokes, snarling and groaning as his muscles strain and his cock swells even harder and bigger inside of me.

“Tell me, Kitten…” he rasps darkly. His eyes glint and pierce into me as he thrusts hard with his hips, his heavy balls slapping loudly against my ass as he yanks me down onto him using my throat as a handle grip.

“What the fuck were you looking for at Venom?”

I whimper, my breath coming hard and ragged, my pulse liquid fire in my veins. My vision swims and spots, my core clenching over and over as my body spasms.

“Someone to play with?” Gabriel hisses violently. “Someone to fuck you? To make you squeal and beg?”

I flinch, my body jerking in pleasure and my pussy gripping him even tighter as his palm slaps against my cheek.

“I asked you a fucking question, Kitten. Or was it someone to make this messy little pussy come all over his cock…”

I moan, shaking everywhere as something hot and throbbing begins to build and surge inside of me.

“Let’s get one thing very fucking straight,” he growls, thrusting into me over and over, making my entire body shake. “No one touches you but me. No one fucks you but me.”

A whine of pure pleasure erupts from me as he wraps his hand tight around my throat, biting my earlobe and pounding his cock into me.

“Your little pussy, Kitten,” he snarls. “Belongs to me.”

The entire world goes numb. My eyes roll back, and I’m whimpering as his mouth crushes mine. My legs lock around his hips, my fingernails clawing at his back and his shoulders. His hard, fat cock rams into me over and over, fucking me into the goddamn floor as pain and pleasure explode through me.

He pinches my nipples, chokes me, slaps me, spanks me, and fucks me until my whole reality blurs, then shatters.

I scream when I come, my body wrenching and writhing as wave after wave of cleansing bliss thunder through me. I can feel him coming at the same time, our groans mingling as he kisses me viciously. His cock pulses and throbs, his cum hot and thick as it spills into me. Gabriel pulls out of me, stroking as his cock spurts rope after rope of sticky cum over me until it’s covering my breasts, my torso, and my face.

His hand slides into the back of my hair, gripping it in his fist as he slides up my body, his swollen dick heavy and glistening right above my face.

“Suck,” he growls. “Clean me off like a good little whore, Kitten.”

And I do.

Because for him? I am.

My tongue slides up and down his cock, licking his cum and mine from the velvety head until he grunts his approval. I collapse onto the ground when he lets go of me, my body drained, bruised, and broken beyond belief as I lie there gasping for air.

The previous times we’ve done this, we’ve been strangers—or at least, I thought we were strangers. Those times, after the sex, we’ve immediately gone our separate ways.

What just happened was so draining that I’m not even sure I could get up off the floor right now, but I’m half expecting Gabriel just to walk away and leave me shaking, half-delirious, and covered in cum, sweat, and blood on the floor, because when he’s in this “zone”, flexing this dark side of him, that’s exactly what I would expect.

Monsters grab you in the dark and fuck you like a stuffed toy. They don’t get you a tissue and a glass of water afterward.

Which is why I blink in surprise when Gabriel stoops down next to me and slides his arms underneath me.

“You’re a mess, Kitten…”

I gasp quietly as he lifts me up into his arms with a tenderness I’ve never seen in him.

He carries me up to my room on the third floor, then into the ensuite bathroom. Leaving the room dark, with just the lights from the city glowing through the blinds, he sits me down on the closed toilet. I hug my knees up to my chest, wincing from the pain that comes after the pleasure.

I watch in silence as Gabriel starts filling the tub with hot water and sudsy bubbles that smell like lavender.

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