Page 134 of Healed

He walked forward until he was next to me and grabbed fistfuls of my ass, squeezing tightly as he expelled a harsh breath.

I twisted my head, biting down on the sheets to muffle my moans.

Was it wrong to get a thrill at his obvious torment?

Was it wrong for my pussy to throb at the pained whimper that ripped from his throat when I raised my ass even higher?

If that was wrong, then it must be really, really wrong of me to push him even further.

But I did it anyway.

Slipping a hand between my legs, spreading my knees further apart, I used my fingers to spread open my pussy lips before gliding them along my wetness.

“Oh, God,” I whispered, my fingers seeking out my clit. “Don’t make me do this alone, Luke. Don’t withdraw on me now. I need you. I—”

He pushed my hands away almost savagely, and then he was lining up his cock with the entrance to my pussy. He grabbed my hips and with one hard slam, he buried his cock deep inside me, his hips slapping against my ass.

My eyes flew wide as he stretched me open, the pain almost burning as he filled me completely. And then he was pressing on the small of my back, pushing me further down as he began to move, forcefully slamming his cock in and out of me.

I fisted the sheets, my nipples scraping against the material as he fucked me with a force that made my head spin.

“Fuck, Gabriella,” he growled from behind me. “You’re so fucking tight. So fucking wet. You drive me mad.”

I whimpered at his words, and he rewarded me with a punishing slap to my ass.

“Louder, Gabriella,” he muttered, spanking me again. “Don’t you dare smother your voice from me.”

His hand curled around me, stroking down my stomach and seeking out my clit. As he circled it, applying rough pressure, his other hand grabbed hold of my hair, wrapping it around his wrist twice.

My head tipped back with how rough he was, and a long, throaty moan escaped me.

“You like that?” he growled, yanking my hair until I was pulled upwards, my back against his front. His fingers continued stroking my clit, driving me wild as he hissed in my ear. “You like it when I’m rough with you?”

I nodded frantically, rocking against him as he slammed his cock in and out of me.

“Words, princess,” he whispered, biting down on my neck.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t give him the words he wanted. Not when everything felt so good. When it was all too much.

My thighs began to shake, my head swimming, that delicious pressure building between my legs.

“If you won’t give me your voice, then you don’t deserve one,” he said savagely. He pinched my clit tightly, painfully, and then the hand that had been wrapped around my hair loosened and seized my throat instead.

I panicked, my back arching, my entire body stiffening. But Vienna simply circled my clit once more and whispered in my ear, “You’re safe, princess. Your hands are free. If you want me to stop, all you have to do is raise them. Lift your hands in the air and I’ll pull back immediately.”

He kissed my neck, sweet and loving, a complete contrast to the forceful, ruthless way he was slamming his cock in and out of me.

And I didn’t raise my hands.

Instead, I took a deep breath in through my nose, pushed away painful memories and brought my hands to my tits, squeezing my nipples.

“That’s my girl,” he said, and then he was fucking me with a force that defied belief.

His cock slammed in and out of my pussy with a speed that was punishing. His fingers tortured my clit just as fast, just as brutal. His hand continued squeezing my throat, seizing my voice and my breath.

I was lost to do anything but take it. Vienna wrapped himself around me so completely that I wasn’t able to focus on anything other than what he was doing, what he was making me feel.

The pressure built once more, my clit throbbing to almost painful levels. My head tipped back onto his shoulder, exposing my throat to him further. He grabbed my chin and twisted my head so he could deliver a punishing kiss to my lips.