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He only breaks the kiss to grab his massive cock and a handful of his balls in his fist. It looks decadent, like a threat and a promise at the same time.
“Take a good look at it, wild flame,” he says darkly, “because it’s the only dick you’ll be getting from now on. Make peace with the fact that you’re never going to fuck another man in your life.”
He must mistake the confusion on my face for something else, maybe for protest or horror, because he grabs my jaw with his free hand, speaking the next words close to my face.
“It was our deal from the start. You get to learn my story. I get to keep you.”
I try to mutter something, but his grip on my face won’t relent.
“Now that you know, I can’t let you go, Sirenna. Ever.” He glowers, yet what I feel coming from him is a desperation that matches mine. “I can’t lose you. If I do, I lose myself.” His grip turns harder, hurting me. “You wanted a glimpse of my hell, but this isn’t a place you can come to and go from whenever you please.” His eyes are fixed on mine like a possessive devil’s. “And there’s more where that story came from. Things that happened after I took down the pieces of shit that turned me into this grotesque thing I am today, for which you’ll hate me sooner or later.”
I’m hungry for his whole story, but I can’t open my mouth to say it, his grip like iron on my face.
His grin widens. “You’re curious, I can tell. But you know what? I don’t think you really want the truth.”
“I do,” I whisper.
He laughs. It’s a bitter sound, latent violence lurking beneath it. “You want to chew the flavor out of me only to spit me out afterward and then squash me under your boot. Because make no mistake, that’s what I deserve after everything I’ve done. No good person could know the real me and not want to fucking kill me. I’m irredeemable.”
“Not to me,” I push out through my lips.
But I know I won’t get through to him with words. He’s on the defense, and I can’t blame him. Something has touched a long-lost part of him for the first time in a lifetime, and it rattled his very foundation. So I plant my heels onto the sofa, my knees up, my legs parted as much as they’ll go. I’m not the most flexible woman, but I can make it work, inviting him inside me.
“Shove that big cock inside this dripping pussy and fuck it like the beast you profess that you are,” I instigate, taking advantage of the fact that his hold on my jaw slackened, his eyes moving down to my drenched core.
I force myself to stay put in this undignified position. My tank top and bra are useless, seeing that my tits are already hanging out, my hands tied behind my back as I offer myself to be used at his pleasure.
His hand drops to my throat, wrapping firmly around it as he brings the head of his cock to the soaked folded flesh between my legs. I lick my lips, my body tightening as he starts to enter me, inch for inch. I squeeze my eyes against the ache, but when he stops to give me the chance to breathe, I lift my hips as much as I can to encourage him. Big as he is, he pulls back and slides back in with the ease and skill of a man who’s been fucking me for years. Seems like this time, he aims to please.
“Look at me,” he commands, low and dark. “I want to look into your eyes when I come inside this needy little pussy. When I make you choke on my name as you release yourself all over my cock, all while you listen to me confess to my crimes.”
My mouth pops open at his words, and Zayne increases his rhythm as if the very sight of my face and his grip on my throat are some sort of twisted aphrodisiac. He runs that cock just right through my creamed pussy until I’m starting to see spots. I gulp in all the air his hold allows me to take in, mind-numbing tension building in my body. He sinks balls-deep inside me, his hand moving from my throat to my face.
“I didn’t stop at the posh boys when they were men. Having them sodomized and then humiliated wasn’t enough. I wanted to rid the world of guys like them.” He pulls back and slides back in again, harder. “Seeing what kind of men they had become, I created a profile. And then I went after those kinds of men, again and again. Soon, I narrowed the profile down to men like Top Boy. I could recognize them from a thousand miles away by now. And I started to go for them younger. If you catch them young enough, you can prevent a lot of their crimes.” He pulls back again and then slams in, the large sofa lifting and then ramming back down into the floor, causing me to yelp.
“Do you understand what I’m telling you? I took kids like Top Boy away from their families. I’m still doing it.” His tone lowers, going deeper down the circles of hell.
“I see you’re not sure whether to admit what a monstrosity I am,” he growls, baring his teeth and slamming harder and harder into me. The sofa keeps rattling from the force, even though it’s a huge thing that’s so heavy I could have sworn it was bolted to the floor.
“Maybe I should tell you more about the process,” he growls as he thrusts, his balls slapping my ass. “I used to watch them for days as they went to high school. Studied their behavior with the girls, then with the other boys. It was my way of whetting my appetite for what was about to come, for what I’d do to them.”
Everything in his story, from his words to his tone to the fixed look on his face should drive me over the edge with horror. But that only adds to the sensual tension gathering inside me, ready to explode like a fucking nuke. And when he finally kisses me, that sensual mouth taking over mine like there’s no tomorrow, I moan into his kiss. He’s got all the control, my legs up in the air as he pounds the hell out of me. He grabs me at the ankles and holds my legs like scissors in the air, allowing himself more access and forcing an orgasm on me.
He drives that big cock so hard inside that I moan out loud, my hands straining painfully against the leather restraints on my wrists. My soaked pleasure coats his dick, the pain adding a mind-blowing edge to it. It’s insane how much I love this man stripping me of all control and taking me brutally. My head swims, sensations coursing through my body as he keeps going and going.
I fall limp, completely at his disposal. I’m terrified to realize just how insanely satisfied I am with him using me, subduing and demeaning me, yet I come again, shuddering and convulsing as he releases himself inside me. I scream out his name, the sound mingling with that of the sofa knocking against the floor and his satisfied groans. The penthouse is huge, but I’m pretty sure even his bodyguards can hear us out in the hall. I spill my ecstasy all over Zayne’s cock a third time, and he laughs down at me like a mocking demon.
“Look at you, coming for a man you should fucking despise.” His cock throbs inside me, releasing all of his cum into my pussy before he picks me up in his powerful arms, and shifts me to sit on top of him, his cock still inside.
Dizzy, I fall against his powerful chest, my naked breasts slapping against his skin. To my surprise, his arms wrap around me with tenderness, cupping my head with a large hand and sinking into a moment of breathless bliss with me.
Moments later, he carefully peels my body off of him and unwraps his leather belt from around my wrists. Then he throws it on the floor and starts gently massaging them.
“Any questions?” he mutters with gentle resignation.
“Yes,” I say hoarsely. “What was the process of selection?”
