Page 226 of Fatality

I just can't stop myself.

I see his breath catch before he slowly pulls his thumb away, then his hand slides to my throat, his fingers wrap around it not hard enough to hurt me but firm enough that I can't ignore the weight of his touch.

He yanks my upper body to him, sitting on the edge of the counter.

“Say it,” His breath hot against my cheek. “That you are mine.”

Evren slams back into me, setting a hard, punishing rhythm, the sound of skin on skin mixing with the drum of the city—outside the studio.

I don’t say it, abruptly Evren retreats his cock back to my entrance, I can feel his piercing resting heavily on my entrance’s walls.

“If you don’t say it,” He rasps “I’m stopping.”

I clench my jaw so tight it hurts, I don’t want to say it, but fuck I need to come so badly, I could say anything.

“I’m yours.” I manage to hisses it between my teeth.

My nails claw at his hair as I become completely engrossed in the feeling of every inch of his cock sliding in and out of me.

His piercings, both inside and out, create a relentless symphony of sensations that relentlessly rub against and brutally slam into just the right spots.

I'm left gasping for breath, my moans growing increasingly strained as each ragged inhale fills my lungs.

Each thrust pauses momentarily before his cock plunges back in, intensifying the raw pleasure-pain cocktail coursing through me.

A wicked grin of triumph spreads across Evren's face like a proud and twisted masterpiece.

He likely fucking lives for this—feeding off my complete surrender as if it were oxygen to his fucked-up soul.

That bastard.

“That’s it,” He snarls, his hips pistoning harder, faster, driving me away from him—but his hand on my throat and hip makes it impossible.

“You’re giving in Riven,” He rasps against my skin, his lips brushing it.

“Now,” He thrust deep and brutal “Give me,” He thrust again, pausing with a smirk “Everything.”

My nails slide down his back before digging in, scratching deep enough for blood to well beneath them. My head falls back and a guttural moan tears itself from my throat before I can swallow it.

Fuck, he's good at this. I can't stop the sounds escaping me. I can't push him away and the worst part—I don't want to.

A raw, moan tears from Evren’s throat, muffled against my shoulder. Probably from my nails digging and making him bleed, again.

“Yes,” he grates out, the word a harsh exhale.

He drives into me with a renewed, frantic intensity, his rhythm becoming erratic, purely brutal and primal.

I moan louder, I feel my pussy clench, the low warmth spreading.

Fuck, I’m going to come.

He pulls his head back, his eyes still glowing and locking into mine that are half lidded. I can see his face being a mask of raw, unfiltered need.

“Harder,” He commands dangerously “Scratch harder, baby. Mark me.”

I’m getting closer, his pace becoming shorter, deeper.

I’m really going to come on his cock? On his monster cock I hate more than anything?