“Admit it,” I hiss.
“Never,” she spits back.
I spank her ass again and again, harder and harder until she cries out. My nails dig into her and their points threaten to pierce her skin, making her writhe and plead for me to stop.
“Admit you want me to fuck you.”
“Fine,” she sighs.
Her insolence is a mistake. A fucking huge one.
I line my cock up with her entrance and find the resolve to hold, refusing to thrust inside her until she gives me what I want. What I need. What I damn well deserve.
“Admit you like it rough.”
She balks, and my grip on her hair tightens. Her hand finds mine as she tries to free herself and I refuse to let go, only pulling harder.
“You’re making this hard, darling.” I nudge forward an inch and she moans. “The thought of being fucked against your will turns you on. Admit it, and I’ll let you have my cock.”
“I hate you, Kade.”
“I hate you too, Zara.” I spank her again and her back arches for me. “But that doesn’t stop me from fucking you. Give me what I want and I’ll give you the fucking you need.”
“You’re disgusting.” She pushes into me, trying to move my cock deeper inside her and my hand forces her back,denying her cunt the relief it’s craving.
I tsk and she groans. “Only good girls get my cock, darling. Give me what I want and you can have what you want.”
“Fine.”
My hand connects with her ass again and again until her hands thrash across her back, trying to stop me from delivering more painful spanks. I turn her head and our eyes connect, my eyebrow arching in anticipation.
“I want this.” She swallows and closes her eyes. “Like this.” Her eyes screw tighter shut and my dick quivers in excitement. “Just like this.”
It’s not quite what I wanted, but it’ll do for now. I’m too tense, too damn desperate, and my control breaks. I slam inside her hard and fast, filling her. Zara screams and I refuse to give a second to recover, my rhythm frantic and relentless.
I groan and tip my head back, savoring the pleasure washing over me. Her cunt’s tight and warm and wet, and it’s been a long time since I fucked something this good. Since I fucked anyone, if I’m honest, and Zara is a drug that I’m going to enjoy indulging in. I’m high and my cock’s in heaven. I want more of this; I need more of this.
Fuck, I’m never going to stop needing this.
Heat rises in my core and I don’t give a shit if it’s because I’m enjoying fucking Zara or if it’s because my cock loves the way her pussy clenches around it or if it’s the blood weave strengthening our connection as we fuck. All I know is that this disgusting, despicable woman beneath me is the best fuck of my life and I’m doing everything I can not to come like an inexperienced idiot.
I might not like Zara, but she’s fucking coming on my cock.
My pride demands it. My ego insists on it. My dick begs forit and I ram into her over and over, grunting as my movements turn feral and she starts to groan beneath me. The girl’s hips can’t keep up with mine and she’s doing all she can to seek release, but she’s getting stuck inside her head and her climax needs forcing.
I lower myself down, pressing my weight onto her as I let go of her hair and wrap my arm around her neck. I lock her inside my elbow and pull her back, enjoying the way her back arches underneath me. She’s trying to keep her airway open but she won’t be able to much longer, and I put enough pressure on her neck to make sure she feels the struggle every time she tries to draw breath.
“I can’t breathe,” she groans.
I slam into her so hard that she screams as her body shoves forward onto my arm. “Better come quick then, sweetheart. I’m not letting go of this pretty throat of yours until you come.”
Zara makes a noise I’ve never heard before and it sends a jolt of pleasure straight through my dick. Her pussy clenches so damn tight it might as well be strangling my cock and I thrust harder and harder, railing her until she’s screaming and gasping for air.
“Fucking come,” I roar. “Come like a good little slut.”
Her legs shake, her pelvis trembles and her cunt clenches over and over as the contractions of her orgasm shatter her. Zara screams louder, groaning so damn loudly that the whole damn world could hear it and I keep thrusting, chasing my orgasm.
Zara’s still writhing beneath me as my orgasm breaks, and the pleasure tearing through me is unlike anything I’ve ever known. My vision fades and explodes, my body shudders and the ink decorating my skin comes alive, filled with magic more potent than anything I’ve known. This climax is hot and cold,a heady mix of agony and ecstasy, and the roar I release drowns out Zara’s cries as my cock floods her cunt with come.
I slow and thrust lazily, withdrawing when I’m done. Zara collapses her weight and pants, and I stare down at her, too fucking shocked to know what to do. She’s almost perfect, a hot and sweaty mess, her pussy marked with my come that’s now spilling down her legs in a way that captivates my soul.
But she also disgusts me. Every inch of her is an offense to all I am. She’s nothing but a witch—a creature born to crawl in the shadow of warlocks like me. Beneath me in every way that matters. And yet, here she is, daring to defy me, daring to fight me, daring to exist in the same space as me as though we’re equals.
It’s revolting. She’s revolting. And I can’t stop looking at her.
Damn.
