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My submission.
“Take what you want, My Lord,” I whisper, meaning it. His groan is deep and throaty, sending shocks right to my dripping core. His fingers trail down my stomach, his touch light and teasing.
“That’s right,” he coos, his smile borderline feral. His white teeth glimmer in the moonlight, making him look every bit the demon he prays against. “Keep your legs spread wide and I’ll give you what you want. What this desperate little cunt needs.”
My entire body shudders at his words, and without conscious thought, I go lax, following his orders.
Leaning forward, he runs the head of his cock against my pussy, groaning when he sees how wet I am. He hits my clit once, twice, three times, sending ecstasy racing through me.
It takes everything inside me to stay still, but I can’t swallow back the pathetic whimper that escapes.
His eyes lift to mine and his smile slips. His expression shutters, morphing from playful and taunting, to dark and cold before flitting back to his usual steady calmness.
Finally, he presses against my entrance, and I grip the sheets so tightly, I’m surprised they don’t rip. Everything inside me rejoices, but he stops again. I almost cry at the torture, but I lock it all down. With his eyes on mine, I know he’s baiting me. Silently exerting his dominance, his control.
It makes sense.
He thrives on control. Needs it in every aspect of his life. Why would sex be any different?
When he’s satisfied with me, he chuckles darkly and grips my thighs, keeping me exactly where he wants me, before shoving himself forward, impaling me fully in one deep stroke.
I cry out, but he quickly silences me with a brutal kiss. His hips pull back, leaving just the tip inside before thrusting back in so far, he bottoms out.
Again and again and again.
His tongue tangles with mine and I give up holding back and give into the need to feel him, to touch him. To love him. My fingers dig into his shoulder blades, my nails pricking his soft skin. He grunts and bites my lip in warning before pulling away.
My tongue lashes out, relishing the taste of him, but I pause, noticing something different yet familiar. My brows dip, my fingers falling away from his back, and lift to my numb lips.
“Why do you taste like whiskey?” I ask, my voice sharper and louder than intended as my heart races for a whole other reason.
His hips stutter, the pause so brief, I wonder if I imagined it. “Be quiet so your brother doesn’t hear you,” he snarls before silencing me with another kiss.
Fuck, he’s right. I don’t want Roman to hear us.
But I do.
Instead of considering the ramifications of that, I focus on the one part of his statement that pisses me off the most. I shove my hands between us, pushing him back. “He’s not my brother,” I hiss.
His features harden, and his thrusts stop all together. “I told you to be quiet,” he bites out as he sits up.
My mouth opens, a retort already on my tongue, but I don’t get a single word out as he snatches the hem of my shirt and rucks it up, stuffing the cotton into my mouth. I could just spit it out, but the cold warning in his eyes keeps me frozen.
His fingers dig into my rounded hips and he uses his unforgiving grip to flip me over onto my stomach. The room spins and I scramble to get to my knees, my shirt still lodged between my teeth.
His touch grazes my spine in a gentle caress, making goosebumps pop up in his wake. His body blankets mine; his cock ghosting over my throbbing core.
His fingers wrap around the back of my neck in a brutal, rough hold as he murmurs, “I told you to shut up. You failed to obey me, and now you’ll suffer the consequences.” I look at him over my shoulder. His lips are still puffy from devouring my mouth, but they’re tipped up in a calculating expression. “Be a good whore for me now, Evelyn.”
His grip tightens on my neck as he guides my face into the pillow, forcing my ass higher into the air. Panic sparks in my gut for a moment before I shove it away, letting anticipation fill me once more.
When he’s confident I’ll stay still and behave, he releases my neck before gathering my hands at the base of my spine. My face pushes deeper into the pillow and I have to focus on my breathing so I don’t freak out.
“Such an disobedient little girl.” He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, and my body tenses. “Stay just like this. And you’re not allowed to come until I feel you’ve earned it.”
I moan around my gag and nod into the pillow. I’ll do anything, give anything, just for him to touch me. To fuck me.
His cock slides against my core and I send a silent thanks to whoever’s listening when he doesn’t tease me again. In one swift motion, he’s seated deep inside me, filling me in ways I didn’t know possible. I’m thankful for the shirt as a scream of pure pleasure rips its way from deep in my lungs.
