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“I told you I’d ruin you, Rayvn. I told you,” he murmurs, his eyes transfixed on my gushing and throbbing cunt. At this point, I feel like I’ve got to be bleeding. I’m numb and tingling all over. My brain is foggy, and my vision is spotty.
“Please,” I gasp, shaking my head. Still, I don’t use my safeword. Maybe because I want to know how far he’ll take this. I want to continue to watch him control me and demand things from my body. It’s intoxicating to watch, even if I feel like I’m dying from pleasure overload.
He rips the knife from my pussy and throws it against the wall. It clatters to the floor, but I’m too busy watching Wolfe as he leans forward and thrusts his massive cock into me. I scream, my head snapping back with the force of my orgasm. Every single vein and barbell feels like ecstasy as they scrape across my too-sensitive insides.
“Fuck,” he bellows as he rides out my orgasm with me. His head’s thrown back, and beneath his mask, his face is scrunched up in pleasure, but he doesn’t cum.
When my pussy releases its death grip on his magnificent thick cock, he pulls out to the tip before thrusting forward, impaling me to the hilt. He bends over my body and slides both his hands around my throat, using his grip on my neck as leverage. He squeezes tightly, cutting off my oxygen without any preamble.
“My perfect girl,” he growls. “My Rayvn. My Little Fox.” His eyes are manic. His thrusts are painful, brutal, and demanding. “My little cock hungry whore. Do you want your master’s cum?” I whimper, my lungs burning for air, my fists fighting against my restraints. I can’t respond, and unlike the cemetery, the wild look in his eyes has me worried this time.
“Wolfe,” I croak, though it comes out a mouthed rasp. He immediately releases my neck, his manic gaze zeroing in on my flesh as I choke in a lungful of air. His pace slows but doesn’t stop as he continues to fuck me. I meet his gaze finding so much emotion in his bright blue crystal eyes. It’s the devotion, the trust, the need, and dare I say itlove,that has me nodding my head and offering him my throat once more.
His pace slows, and a shuddering breath leaves him. His hands wrap around my neck, this time softer but still controlling. His pace picks back up until he’s fucking me so hard I’d be flush with the headboard if not for my restraints. He shifts his hips a few times. Switches the angles at which he hits my aching insides. It’s as though he’s trying to learn my body, memorize the feel of me and what I do and don’t like. All the while, he holds my neck. It’s possessive and sweet instead of stifling.
Wolfe fucks me for what feels like hours, resisting the urge to cum. He goes between weighted and heavy silence and murmuring sweet and filthy words. He rolls his hips, milking orgasm after orgasm from my body until I’m a soaking, sweaty, sobbing mess. I’ve never felt such pleasure in my life. It’s like straddling the line between life and death while consuming the best drugs money can offer.
“Wolfe,” I breathe again, “Wolfe, please.Please,” I beg, not sure how much more I can take.
He leans forward, crashing his mouth against mine. His hands leave my throat and grip my hips. He squeezes them roughly before sliding under me and palming my ass. He kneads the flesh and then uses his grip to pound into me once, twice, three times. His lips never leave mine, even when he fills me with his cum.
The first splash sets me off once more in an orgasm thatburns. It's so intense my body shakes as though I’m having a seizure. It’s painful. My release gushes out with his in a heavy flood of hot liquid. Wolfe shoves deep, forcing his seed as far as he can. Hecumsandcums, moaning and grunting into my mouth.
“Fuck, Little Fox.Fuck.”Our sweaty, sated bodies slide against each other as we catch our breath. His throbbing, twitching cock sends aftershocks through my body until I’m positive I’ll never be able to walk again. Wolfe kisses me once before sitting up. Slowly, he pulls out, watching as our combined fluids trail after him.
“Shit, Sweetling. That’s so fucking hot.” He bends down between my thighs and licks up our combined fluids in the single most erotic gesture I’ve ever seen.
He’s drinking his own cum, oh my god.
He doesn’t linger, just sucks and cleans, scooping his tongue inside my gaping hole. He crawls back up my body and kisses me. His tongue pries my mouth open, and he spits our combined orgasms into my mouth. Wolfe pulls away, grinning as he watches me swallow. “That’s a good fucking girl.”
He unties my bonds and rubs my sore flesh back to life before kissing me and climbing from the bed. I’m half asleep, dead to the world when I hear the bathtub running. He wakes me when he picks me up, cradling me to his chest. My heavy eyes peel open, and I find his masked face staring down at me.
“I’m going to bathe you now. Are you okay?” I smile and nod once. “You did so fucking good, Sweetling. I’m so proud of you.” He presses a sweet kiss to my forehead before depositing me into the hot bath.
“Not my hair,” I whisper, leaning my head over the edge to keep my braided bun dry. He nods as he grabs my chocolate body scrub. He flicks the cap and groans.
“Chocolate,” he murmurs. “I knew you smelled like chocolate. So fucking sweet.”
Wolfe lovingly washes every inch of my body, rubbing my sore muscles as he goes. It’s so relaxing that I must end up falling asleep at some point. The feeling of his lips on mine wakes me up. I smile into the darkness, finding his crystal blue eyes.
“Go with me to a Halloween party next week at Shiloh’s.” He smiles at my demand, releasing a chuckle as he plucks me from the draining tub.
“What should I wear?” he murmurs, setting me on the vanity before beginning to dry me off. I shrug, still half asleep.
“Probably something with a mask.” He barks out a laugh but doesn’t respond as he picks me up and carries me to bed.
He settles me on the crisp, cold sheets and tucks me in. “I changed your sheets. I have to go, but I’ll call you tomorrow. We need to have a talk. Goodnight, baby.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Katdied.
She died, and though I was mentally prepared for the inevitability of that happening, I had no idea it would be so soon after Rohan’s warning. A week ago, I was tying my girl to her bed and devouring her like the sweet morsel she is, and twenty-four hours later, I was planning a funeral.
Not even an hour after I’d left her apartment and gone upstairs to mine, I received a phone call from Rohan saying that I needed to get toReményimmediately. I hired a private helicopter, cutting my trip to Santa Fe to only an hour. I made it there just in time to catch Kat in her final moments, where she was surprisingly lucid. My heart throbs in my chest as I remember our conversation. I hadn’t wanted to talk about my job or my life. I hadn’t wanted to talk about myself at all. But Kat, being the pushy woman she is, forced the information from me.
“Tell me, boy. Is your life everything you ever dreamed of?” she asked, her voice pained as she struggled to speak.
