Page 228 of Fatality

I need him to authorise me to come.

“P-please…” I bite my tongue “Let me come.”

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Please,” I moan at his single deep thrust “L-Let me come!”

He resumes a brutal, fast pace making me see stars.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” He rasps against my cheek “Come Riven. Now.”

Another climax, an overwhelming tsunami of pleasure hits me like a freight train at his command.

My body collapses further into itself as I continue to moan through each forceful thrust, now painfully aware of how hyper-sensitive I am—my clit, my pussy, everything is just too goddamn sensitive.

I’m feeling like I'm on the verge of collapse, there's no sign that he intends to stop his relentless assault.

And I don’t want him to stop.

He grabs the cheeks of my ass and lifts me off the counter and deposits me on the floor itself without separating us.

One of his hands slides under my head, the other hooking around one of my thighs and pushing it toward my shoulder—opening me to him more.

“E-Evren… You’re going… to rip me in… two” I say breathless.

“Then my job will be well done.” He rasps before licking my lips and biting down.

He resumes his pace, his hips pistoning, the new angle making his piercing tip and cock hit deeper, better.

My eyes roll back completely, my arms wrapped around his neck and in his hair is the only anchor I have on reality.

His thrusts become more controlled, more deliberate, each one aimed with precision, dragging over that sensitive spot.

It’s overwhelming, it’s fucking delicious.

I’m not going to lie.

“You feel that?” He leans in murmuring “That’s me, taking what belongs to me.”

A broken whimper escapes my lips, as another orgasm goes through me, again.

What the fuck is happening to my body? I’m in his total mercy, completely.

“Your hatred. Your body. Your fight.” He pauses tightening his grip behind my head “Your fucking soul.”

His pace accelerates again, more urgent.

Finally, with a final brutal thrust that pins me completely to the floor, he buries himself to the hilt.

A low guttural shout is torn from him as I feel his cock pulsing inside me, hot of him mixing with mine.

He grinds against me, riding out the last waves of my climax and his, my inner walls continuing to flutter weakly around his cock.

Evren stays still for a long moment inside me, his forehead resting against mine, his breath warm against my lips.

I’m happy I did my injection as the contraception—one injection per month and you’re protected.

I pant, clinging to him, not because I want to cuddle, because right now, even if I hate him, my body is weak, I just got multiple orgasms.