So this is what it felt like. To be worshipped. Consumed. Ruined.
I’m still gasping,blinking up at the ceiling in complete disbelief, when he crawls up over me—his mouth slick with my arousal, his eyes still blazing. He kisses me, slower this time, letting me taste myself on his lips.
I watch as he rises to his knees and slowly undoes every button of his shirt, dragging it over his large shoulders, revealing every inch of veined muscle and tanned skin inked with curling ancient tattoos. I can’t look away as he lowers his hands to where the deep V falls into hidden territory, his large, veiny hands beginning to undo his belt. It falls to the floor, and my pulse beings to race as he slowly drags his pants lower.
When his cock springs free, I think I forget how to breathe. My stomach clenches at the size of him. There was no way, no godsdamned way, that was going to fit anywhere in me.
“Korithax…”
“I warned you,” he says, stroking himself lazily. “You didn’t tell me to stop.”
He leans over me again, dragging the thick head of his cock slowly through my arousal, raking it against my clit in slow, teasing circles. My whole body tenses.
“Are you scared?” He asks.
“No,” I whisper, surprising myself.
“Good.”
He thrusts into me in one long, brutal thrust that knocks the breath from my lungs. My back arches, hands clutching at anything I can reach. I’m stretched wide, so full it burns, making me hiss. Every inch, every ridge and vein, stretching me way past my limit.
“Gods,” I scream.
“Wrong. Name,” He growls in my ear.
“Korithax,” I whimper.
“That’s better.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to adjust. He pulls out and flips me onto my stomach. He drags my hips up until I’m on my knees, face pressed into the mattress. He grabs my thighs and pulls them apart, his grip bruising. A loud slap sounds throughthe air, the stinging sensation following straight after. I yelp, burying my face into the mattress.
“That was for biting your lip when I told you not to.”
Another loud slap followed by a sting so painful it brings tears to my eyes.
“That one?” He says lowly. “Was just because I wanted to.”
He drives back into me with such force I’m pushed forward into the mattress, the pain unbearable. But he doesn’t stop. Instead, he grips my hair with his hand, using the force to pull me back into him. His other hand snakes around my throat, forcing my head back to look up at him, his large frame towering over mine. He forces two fingers deep into my mouth as he relentlessly pounds into me, the slapping of flesh and my desperate whimpers filling the air. Tears are streaming down my face from a mixture of pain and pleasure, and he pulls my head further back, a sinister grin on his face, before he spits into my mouth, using his fingers to smear it across my lips.
“That’s my good fucking girl.” Another thrust. “You take me so well, little flower.” Another. “Your little cunt is barely bleeding.”
Bleeding… What?
I don’t have a chance to dwell on it before he removes his fingers and wraps them underneath me, stroking against my clit. I scream, the sensation so overwhelming it makes my entire body tremble.
“Say it,” he pants. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp.
“Again.”
“I’m yours, Kori. Fuck, I’m yours?—”
And when I break apart beneath him for the second time, he follows—burying himself deep, his growl turning into a desperate moan as he fills me with his cum.
We collapse into the sheets, sweaty and breathless, clinging to each other. My body hurts, my pussy throbs, and my entire soul has been shattered. And even though the King of Hell just ruined me in every sense of the word… I feel alive.
“Say it again,” he murmurs against my temple.
