Page 15 of Deadly Passion


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“Do you let any man fuck you, or is it just the Dukes?” I ask as her wetness coats the tips of my fingers. “Was fucking us part of the Killers Club's big plan?”

She doesn’t answer.

“If you’re not going to tell me that, why don’t you tell me how good I’m making you feel?” Her legs tremble as I stroke her G-spot, but she doesn’t make a sound. “If you do, I’ll give you what you really want.”

“I hate you.” Her voice is heavy with lust. “You’re a monster!”

I can’t wait any longer. I need to have her. When I stand, I make sure her handcuff chains hook around the back of my neck as I rise, raising her arms to minimise the distance between us. She doesn’t try to move away when I undo my belt and let my trousers fall to the floor.

She stays silent when I bend my face to meet hers. Our lips touch, then she bites me. Hard. This seems to be a recurring theme, and my cock throbs expectantly as the coppery taste of blood fills my mouth.

“You’re going to pay for that,” I promise, grabbing her by the throat with one hand while pulling out my cock with the other.

“You’re going straight to hell,” she hisses.

Her venom-filled voice is the best aphrodisiac. Despite her ankle being shackled, there’s enough of a chain for me to grab her arse with both hands and lift her into the air. She wraps her legs around my hips. The remains of her t-shirt fully fall open, allowing her tits to spill out as I push her back into the column.

Fuck, yes…

She’s fire and ice. Her hateful words and freezing skin contrast her hot, wet pussy rubbing against my shaft. A drop of pre-cum seeps out of me in anticipation as she groans, unable to hide how much she wants me as I slide against her entrance.

With one thrust, I enter her with a grunt.

“You hate me, don’t you?” I pant. “Hate that I can make you feel like this?”

I grip her arse to guide myself in and out of her, using her like my personal fuck puppet.

“Yes,” she groans, then sinks her teeth into my shoulder.

I buck harder. She holds me in a grip so tight, trying to stop herself from unravelling. There’s only so long she can hold back. I keep thrusting, riding out the wave of her sweet, gushing hole.

“I hate you,” she whines as I continue to take from her, enjoying how her tits bounce against me with every jut of my hips. “I hate you so fucking much.”

“I know you do, princess,” I purr. “But your pussy loves taking me.”

She claws my neck as I keep going. Her scratching only riles me up, making me pound into her mercilessly.

“You know you want this,” I mock.

“Fuck you,” she says, even as her complaints fade into a moan that makes my entire body tingle.

“That’s it,” I say, trying my best not to spill my cum inside her already. “Don’t hold back.”

She sinks her nails into me, drawing blood as she releases. Her pussy pulses on my shaft like she’s playing a song on my cock. She has no idea how good she feels. After having her, no one else can compare. If Torean felt like this with Bette, I can understand his obsession…

I keep fucking her until I can’t stop myself. Suddenly, I roar, a primal sound from the back of my throat that I didn’t think I could make. Then I push my cock deep inside her and empty myself.

When I’ve fucked other women, I rarely had the urge to do it again, but Ivy makes me crave her more every single time. I’ll never get enough of her. After I’m done, I gently place her down. She’s wobbling on her feet, and her flushed cheeks and chest are a lasting symbol of the pleasure I gave her.

I turn away from her and get dressed quickly, zipping up my trousers to stash the goods away.

When I face her again, she’s managed to put her knickers on somehow. Her cuffed hands are clasped in front of her, pushing her tits together to make her cleavage look even more impressive than usual. If I thought we had more time, I’d fuck her again, but I’m already pushing my luck.

“Now we’re even,” I say. “You did something for me, and now I’ve done something for you. I told you I’d repay the favour.”

“That doesn’t count,” she argues. “I killed someone for you. Can’t you at least undo my fucking chains?”

“I don’t make the rules, princess.” I head out, feeling three stone lighter with each step. “We all know how dangerous you are. Besides…” I wink at her over my shoulder, knowing it’ll piss her off. “I like you better when you’re chained up.”

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