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My anger was my armor. My hatred kept me locked inside iron bars — protection against everything but bars nonetheless, a cage I wasn’t even sure I wanted to get out of.
Zane was disassembling that cage, piece by piece. He’d stood outside long enough, looking at the vicious human within, and instead of shaking his head and leaving me there, he wanted to come inside.
“Rougher than that,” I whispered, and Zane slammed me back again, his hand tightening around my neck.
“Say that again,” he said. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me up.” I smiled. “Just fucking wreck me.”
He threw me back, and the sensation of falling overwhelmed me for a split second before he caught me. He threw me again, this time toward the wall, the force of it taking my breath away. And again, he caught me, inches from slamming into the wall, chuckling as he gripped his hand over my face, claws pricking my cheeks, palm covering my mouth.
“So easy to toss around,” he said, his teeth clipping together inches from my face. When he threw me again, he let me hit his target; I fell back on the couch, the impact cushioned, but I was still breathless from the rush as he got on top of me and ripped my shirt. From the neckline to the hem, the fabric tore open in his claws. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and he kept me pinned with one hand while he circled a single sharp claw around my nipple.
“Let’s hear you scream,” he said, and his voice was so gentle, but his claws weren’t as they dug into my skin.
I cried out against his hand, half in pain, half in ecstasy at the dopamine rush. I shuddered as his claws dragged over me, leaving trails of red down my belly. I squirmed, struggling beneath him, and he growled and went tense like a dog about to have his bone taken away. A new sensation, like bands constricting around my limbs, crept up my body. They grew tighter and tighter, until I could barely move at all.
He smiled down at me, running his tongue over his bared teeth.
“A little human could never escape from a demon,” he said. “I may let you go, to run and fight and entertain me, but if I really want to keep you still, keep you helpless…” He let go of my face, straightening up. Despite him no longer holding me down, I was still utterly unable to move. “Then I can. I can do whatever I want.”
Fuck, why did that get me so hot? His power was sexy as hell. After all, part of our bargain was that he wouldn’t hurt me beyond what I wanted. I could fight to my heart’s content, I could play the game and let myself be the victim, but all the while it would hinge on my will.
With those invisible bands keeping me in place, he pulled down my sweatpants, tracing his claws along my thighs as he did. He hooked his finger in my panties and tore them, grinning up at me as he lowered his head and licked his lips.
“Soaking wet,” he murmured. “Sick little slut.”
He roughly shoved my legs apart and jerked me toward him. He kept his eyes on my face as he ran his tongue up my inner thigh and set his teeth against me. He bit softly at first, leaving stinging nips along my tender skin. But his bites grew harder, until he broke my skin and sucked at my flesh between his teeth. My thighs were going to be covered in bruises by the time he was done. All the while he kept his eyes on my face, looking at me like he was daring me to keep fighting him.
Of course I’d keep fighting, no matter how tight he’d restrain me. Or at least, that was what I told myself before his mouth closed over me. Once his tongue was on me, swirling over my clit, every other thought emptied out of my head.
He gripped my thighs as he ate me, forcing them to remain spread. He probed inside me with his tongue, the sensation of his piercings stroking me sending a violent shudder over my body. He groaned, and the vibrations of it made me gasp. He had me nearly to the edge when he suddenly raised his head and smacked my thigh, the sharp pain making me cry out.
“Can you orgasm from pain, sick little slut?” he murmured, keeping me spread in front of him as he traced the red outline of his hand on my skin. “Do you want to try?”
I nodded, my head light at the promise of pain, light in the best of ways. I flinched when he slapped my thigh again, right where it still stung, before rapidly smacking the other. My thighs clenched but couldn’t close, and I gripped the couch cushions tight as my groan turned into a vicious growl, following another slap.
“You’re dripping wet for it.” He laughed, and instead of slapping my thigh again, he slapped my clit.
Fuck, how could something hurt so bad but feel so good? My back arched up, straining against the invisible restraints, and he slapped me again, the sensation throbbing through my abdomen. Fuck, itwasgetting me closer to orgasm. It shouldn’t have felt so good, I shouldn’t have been getting even warmer and wetter down there. The pain was shocking and intense, but it stimulated those overly-sensitive, swollen nerves.
“Let’s see how hard you come with my cock in your ass and your clit getting spanked.”
In my ass— fuck — holyfuck.
He grabbed a bottle of lube from a drawer in the coffee table and stroked a drop of it over his fingers. He kissed me again, grinding his cock between my legs as his tongue moved demandingly over mine. He slipped a finger inside me, pressing past that first tight ring of muscle and probing my ass as I panted into his mouth. As he pumped his finger in and out, and then added another, he smacked my clit again. I moaned as I tightened around his fingers, just two digits already feeling so full. He moved them slowly in and out, leaned over me with a smile, and said sweetly, “Keep your legs open, slut.”
When he smacked me, my first instinct was to squeeze my legs shut. But I fought the urge, moaning loudly and gripping the cushions tight. His palm slapped down again, his fingers still stretching me, and I screamed, slamming my fist against the couch.
“Shall we continue?” He chuckled. “You sound like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Yes, God, yes.” I groaned as he withdrew his fingers. He squeezed more lube onto his shaft, slick as he pressed that dangerously thick head up against my hole.
“What did I tell you,” he said darkly. “About calling God’s name? I should punish you for that.”
“Fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck,” I murmured, the word becoming a mantra as he pressed inside me. I could feel every ridge and swell on his monstrous cock as it squeezed deeper. My legs were shaking, and he was halfway into me when he raised his hand again.
“Ready, slut?”
