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Tears crest my eyes as I white-knuckle the paisley printed duvet. Beneath me, my dick weeps into the scratchy fabric like a poor old widow mourning her long-lost love. Lonely, inconsolable, and so, so tragically deprived.
Another hard smack to my ass has red-hot delicious pain shooting up my spine.
“You like it when I hurt you, don’t you?” he says, trailing his fingers over my bruised, beaten flesh. “You like being at my mercy, you sick little freak.”
I bite the blanket, grinding desperately into the bed.
“That’s it,” he whispers. I hear the glorious sound of a belt coming undone. The soft click and zip of his fly. “Show me how badly you want it. You’re achin’ for it, aren’t you? Look at that pretty pink hole, fluttering about, begging to be filled.”
Yes, yes, yes!
A dark, wicked chuckle fills the room, and then I hear a loud spit a second before I feel wetness dripping down the cleft of my ass. Rough, angry fingers rub it around my flesh, sinking into my tight heat. I’ve never felt so simultaneously connected and disconnected from a lover.
I’m nothing more than an object to him.
Property to be used and abused.
But when he grabs my hand, pinning it next to my head, and blankets that big, fully clothed body over me, crushing my wings between us, and knocking against my quivering hole with the blunt head of his cock…
I realize I’ve never felt so damn owned either.
A whimper escapes me as he begins nudging himself inside me, squeezing that fat head through the first ring of muscle.
He turns his head, licking a stripe up my neck. He hums, nipping my skin with his teeth. “You’re a sweet little thing, aren’t you?” He says the words so quietly, I can’t even be sure they’re for me. “Sweet under all that filth.”
And then with one firm, powerful thrust, he blows his way through whatever resistance was left, impaling me on his thick, long cock. Bringing forth a noise out of me, the likes of which I’m not even sure is human. It’s all guttural and whimpery, and if I had any shame, I’m pretty sure I’d want to die from it.
“Fuck yes, Sugar, scream for me,” he growls, clamping his teeth down on my shoulder and sucking my skin like his life depends on it.
Scratch being owned. I’ve never felt so loved.
So worshiped.
Fingers clench around mine, while the other hand squeezes my waist. Blunt nails dig into my skin as he fucks into me hard and fast. Not bothering to wait for me to adjust.
I lift my sweaty head from the bed, rolling it to the other side.
My eyes collide with a droopy, glassy set of blue peeking down at me from the head of the bed.
Oh, hi there, I think, a breathless smile creeping up my flushed face.
Fortunately for me, Vale’s too busy fucking me within an inch of my life to notice that his sweet, sleepy Prince Charming has awoken from his slumber. Even if he’s too out of it to do much other than stare back blearily.
Biting down on my lip, I let my eyes roll back as another, deep-seated groan of pleasure squeezes from my throat.
“Fuck,” Vale pants next to my ear. “How are you so fucking tight?”
I clench my hole around his girth, grinning when I pull out another one of those harsh curses. He’s so deep inside me, deeper than I’ve ever felt anything before.
I’d be scared if it didn’t feel so damn good.
If this wasn’t Vale splitting me in two.
Fuck me, little mouse. Fuck me like you mean it.
As if he heard me, he pulls back, almost all the way out, dragging my hips to the edge of the bed so my legs are spread wide, dangling off the side before slamming into me, punching out a sharp yelp.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Let me hear you. Let them all hear you. Let them know how much of a slut you are for it.”
