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Pure insanity. I clenched around him in a wild flutter.
“Pick a safe word because I’m not holding back.”
“I hate you,” I seethed, squeezing his throat harder as I struggled to adjust to him inside me.
“Works for me,” he said with a shrug and drove the last inch into me, cool hands coming to settle on my thighs to push me wider for him. “Look at you,” he laughed, his pretty face twisted with wickedness, “taking my cock all the way like a little slut. This cunt was made for me, wasn’t it?”
“No,” I moaned, unable to trap the sound of pleasure. Oh shit, oh god. I wanted to say it was all discomfort and too deep and god, stop but that would be a lie. I dug my fingernails into his throat, panting as he inflicted a brutal pace on my pussy. My eyes slammed shut. They might have crossed at the sudden onslaught of sensation.
“No?” Miz asked, the shadow encircling my throat tightening a fraction. “Then why is your pussy squeezing me like it can’t get enough? Why have you soaked my cock and my balls? Why does every word out of my mouth make you twitch and gasp? Hm? Why is that?”
“You’re a piece of shit,” I snarled, straining against him, my whole body hot and sensitive. I wanted his hands everywhere. Wanted to mutilate him until he begged me to spare him.
“I know,” he cooed, a tendril of darkness stroking my cheek with faux gentleness. He made me cry out when he slammed his hips into mine, ruthless and rough—once, twice, three times. “But you’re gonna come anyway, aren’t you, Prick?”
“No,” I scoffed.
He stilled on the next thrust and rotated his hips, over and over. I felt like my skeleton would fly out of my body. I tensed, gasping. The shadow tightened around my throat until I whimpered, the world hazy and spinning. I’d never tried this before, had never anticipated that it would blur out everything except the warm body on top of me, the cock grinding against all my weak spots until it was unbearable.
“There you go,” Miz said when I shattered, my eyes crossing at the intense pleasure. “Good little whore. I knew this cunt would come for me, because you love this, don’t you? You love getting your pussy railed by a man you can’t stand. You love getting the life fucked out of you by a man you hate.”
His lips brushed my cheek as I squirmed, the aftershocks cruel. “Don’t worry, Cat, I love the way you hate me. Makes it even hotter when you can’t help but come.” His thumb stroked my clit, and I gasped. “Over and fucking over.”
“No,” I protested, my eyes flashing open in panic.
Misery’s lips covered mine. The magic wrapped around my wrists pulled them from his throat, and then my hands were pinned to the bed above me. Every atom in my body came alive, shivering and gasping for more.
“I know you’re a dirty slut, Cat. I know you love being choked, and tied down, and fucked so roughly you can’t take it anymore. Death thinks you’re a good girl, but you’re not, are you? You’re my needy slut, my pretty whore, my fucking bad girl.”
I thrashed, aching and close to a second orgasm, my whole body alive with an awful kind of buzz. I refused to beg, refused to gasp his name, but it clung to the tip of my tongue and burned there.
“So you’re going to come over and over, until you’ve soaked the bed and I’m happy there’s not a single thought left in that wicked brain of yours, not a single speck of grief or guilt.” The darkness tightened around my wrists, until I was sure it would leave marks.
“Oh god,” I breathed when his hand left my thigh and plunged into a shadow, pulling out a magic wand vibrator. “No, no, no.”
I was too sensitive. I couldn’t take that. I knew the vibrations would be unbearable, un—
I screamed when he set it on the highest setting and pressed it to my swollen clit. My eyes rolled all the way back. I came so hard I blacked out for a few seconds and when I came back, Miz was fucking me again, a cruel grin on his face. His cock hit so fucking deep, it was unreal.
“Bastard,” I panted, my body on fire, legs trembling with the ripples of vibrations that had not stopped.
His grin turned lopsided. So fucking pretty. A beautiful poison. “I thought you wanted to be dominated, Cat? You should be thanking me.”
“Ah!” I squirmed, trying to escape the deep stab of stimulation through my clit.
He pressed it harder, finding an angle that made me scream.2 “Say it. Say thank you.”
I whined, my breathing wrecked, traitorous pleas escaping with each breath.
He thrust his cock into me roughly, deeply, a grunt in his throat with each thrust. “Say it. Fucking say it.”
“Thank you!” I cried, so loudly my voice echoed off the high ceiling.
“Beautiful,” he laughed, almost delirious. “What a good slut, thanking her god.”
Not mine. Oh, god, not mine. My eyes slammed shut when he adjusted the wand’s angle, and then I was coming again, warmth flooding me in a rush, making my mouth hang open. I lost control of what sounds escaped, what words I spoke. His grunts rose in volume, hips frantic and wild, his cock filling me so deep that it dragged my orgasm into another.
I was so wrecked, I barely noticed the ropes of dark magic leaving my body, only truly conscious that the wand left when my legs stopped shaking. Thank fuck. Oh, thank fuck it was over.
