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I turned my head to the side and dry heaved, regretting not eating tonight when nothing came out of my stomach—but also glad I didn’t, because if I made a mess of his sheets, there was no telling what he’d do.

“Glorious,” he breathed, beginning to move his hips, thrusting in and out of me.

“Tell me you want me.”

“I-I want you, Nico,” I sobbed, my bottom lip trembling, my own blood flooding my mouth.

“Tell me you love my fucking cock.”

“I love your cock.”

“Good God,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back. “Say my name.”

“Nico,” I breathed, clutching the bedsheets at my side.

“Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me, N-Nico,” I sobbed.

“That’s it, that’s it, that’s it,” he grunted, the veins in his neck protruding as he found pleasure between my legs.

And then, as if my compliance fuelled something inside him, he pushed himself up, placed both his hands around my throat, squeezing tightly as he fucked me relentlessly.

“You fucking whore,” he rasped above me, his spit hitting my face. The force of his hips slamming into me had me moving up the bed inch by inch. My vision began to blur at the edges, the blackness creeping in.

I prayed this was it. I prayed this was the moment everything would come to a merciful end.

And then, just as the darkness threatened to smother me, his hands were gone, and I was sucking in huge gulps of air, my lungs burning.

His movements slowed down, but he slapped my face repeatedly until I focused, my vision clearing and I was able to focus on him.

It was then I saw the glimmer in his eyes, and I realised where he had moved his hands to.

“No,” I breathed, instantly regretting the impulse when a sadistic grin spread across his face.

His thumb continued massaging my clit, his skilful fingers knowing just how to work my body—with or without my consent.

My legs tried to close of their own accord, but it was impossible with his huge body between them. He kept them pinned apart, and focused all his attention on that one small bud of nerves.

I felt his other hand move on, and then a vibration filled the air. My body then arched off the bed as he placed the Rose sex toy to my clit, clicking until it was full power.

At the same time, he placed his other hand back over my wound, toying at the surface of the hole, his dick twitching inside me.

“Fuck, yes, baby,” he breathed, remaining completely still, letting my pussy do all the work as I tensed and untensed around him.

“You fucking love it, you dirty whore,” he breathed, pressing the Rose harder into me.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head, my body betraying me even as I sobbed and begged for it to stop. My words were lost on him, all he focused on was getting the reaction he wanted.

The pressure built up in my lower stomach, my legs tensing, my body hanging on that delicate precipice, ready to tumble over into oblivion… and then he pulled the Rose away, ripping a moan of protest from my lips.

“That’s more like it,” he grinned, replacing the Rose with his fingers, feeling how wet I was.

He gave a few lazy thrusts of his dick, and then he was pulling out of me, kissing his way down my body.

I tensed, ready to draw my knees together if he put his head between my legs—I should have known better.

He would never lower himself to dothatto a woman.