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“We’re here to achieve trust,” he tells me, squeezing just a little harder but making it scarily obvious how easy it would be for him to cut off my air supply completely. “Trust that I’ll only take this punishment as far as necessary for you to learn how important it is to always tell me the truth.”
He pushes deeper, filling me up, his hand a shackle around my throat. I’m unable to even squirm with his other arm around my waist, maneuvering me onto his cock. Soon, I’m so full of him I’m sure he went in balls deep. I try to gulp in a few breaths and move a little to get used to the size of him, but he won’t let me. I’m heavily creamed, making it easy for him to slide in and out, which he only does slowly a few times before he picks up pace. My eyes roll back in their sockets as he starts pounding, his balls slapping the back of my asscheeks. The pressure he applies makes it increasingly hard to breathe, amping up the adrenaline in my veins, an orgasm building up vertiginously in my core. He pumps so hard that my head would probably knock against the headboard if he didn’t keep me in place.
I’d also moan, long and hard, if I could produce any sounds other than those of choking, which only spurs on the scarred beast riding me. The sculpted edges of his face are tight, his lips pressed together, his eyes so fixed on my face that he looks manic. Every bit of DNA in my cells screams this is what it’s like being taken by a barbarian after he burned down your entire village. There’s also intense control on his face, as if he’s focusing to contain his pleasure.
But I’ve lost all control. My walls clench hungrily around him, exploding around his punishing girth like there’s no tomorrow. But before I can release that pool of sensation onto him, he pulls out. Letting go of my throat, he straddles me on both sides of my body while I gulp in the air like I’ve been held underwater for minutes on end. When I’ve filled my lungs with oxygen and stopped coughing, he brings his glistening cock to my mouth. He shoves it mercilessly between my lips, forcing me to taste myself while my head sinks into the mattress.
“This is what little liars get,” he growls while he pumps me so deep I can feel him at the back of my throat. “They get their lying mouths fucked.”
If what happened at the The Rite had me feeling used, this should be worse. Much worse. Hell, if fucking my mouth becomes a habit for this animal, it’s going to be a painful one. But what I get is hornier by the second, more than I’ve ever been in my life.
He now goes so fast that the bed creaks under us. No one has ever fucked me so violently, and even now, as it happens, I still can’t believe it. Then, unexpectedly, he pops his cock from my mouth, a trail of saliva dragging after it, and shoves it balls-deep into my pussy in one go. I’d yelp and screech if I weren’t so busy coughing. He resumes his grip on my throat but keeps it light this time, drinking in the sight as if he can’t get enough of it.
“Ah, I love your face after I’ve fucked it roughly.” His body flexes, those muscles and his scars making him look like an apex predator. Damn, this man would be at the top of the food chain in the jungle. He brings me close to the edge again, my toes curling, but again, he pulls out and straddles my face. He deep-throats me until I’m about to pass out, and then he buries himself into my pussy again until my body screams, on the edge for the orgasm he keeps dangling just within reach.
Good God, is he ever gonna stop?
“Please,” I manage through numb lips. I can’t feel them anymore after he fucked them almost sadistically.
He grins, the mask of control on his face cracking.
“Down at the bar, you asked me if I wanted to have this cock-battered cunt. Then you lied to me that it’s only ever been two men. You can bet this addictive little pussy that I’m going to batter it until you give me your real body count.” He bends down over me, his fists sinking into the mattress. “And until my cock is the only one you remember.”
I shake my head from side to side, realizing this is more than just punishment. He’s torturing me like an inquisitor on a witch hunt. He also clearly wants to leave a dent in my mind.
“How many men, Sirenna?” he presses. When I fail to reply, he plants his fists above my shoulders so that I can’t bounce up anymore and pounds me like a fucking hammer. I scrunch my eyes shut from the pain, but my legs wrap around his hips. I can’t be sure, but I think surprise fitters across his face.
I start moving my hips to meet him, seeking my own orgasm even as I think about the fact that he hasn’t kissed me even once. The idea that he might never do it hurts and turns me on beyond rhyme or reason at the same time. I might as well just take what I want from him, since he’s not gonna give it to me, and shame won’t get me anywhere. This is my chance to take pleasure from this man. What can go wrong? He already thinks the worst of me.
I grab his wrists above my shoulders, giving myself enough support to start gyrating on his cock. I’m so wet, I’m sure my juices are dripping down his balls. My lips part as longing moans escape them. Then, against all odds, his mask shatters. His eyelids hood his beautiful irises, his mouth opening in an expression of fascination. As if he can’t believe what he’s feeling right now, the sensations running through his body.
Our eyes lock, two wounded animals about to flood each other with delight. My hands snake up his arms, feeling those corded muscles under my palms, my fingers reaching for the scars on his shoulders. But just before I can brush over them, his upper lip curls over his teeth in a snarl. He pulls out of me, looking frustrated as if this is the hardest thing he’s ever done.
He wraps an arm under my waist and hauls me up, my head spinning from the speed. I stumble on my feet, catching myself against the vanity table. My head is hanging as I struggle to catch my breath when Zayne grabs my jaw and has me look up in the mirror.
The sight strikes me. Sweaty strands are plastered to my heated face, and my lips look like I’ve been sucking dick for hours.
He grabs his belt off the now crumpled sheets and doubles it menacingly against his thigh.
“For the last time. How many men?”
“If I tell you, you’re only gonna want to know more,” I manage in a hoarse voice. “You’ll want names, you’ll want addresses.”
“The names will do.” His grin turns animalistic. “It will be enough for me to find them and fucking kill them for ever having put their hands on you.”
The declaration shocks me.
Leather cracks, pain singes my asscheek, and I burst into deranged laughter. I always react like this to pain, which is a motherfucker, because this bastard now probably believes I like it. He does it again, this time hitting the other cheek.
“The number.”
I bite my lower lip, feeling my clit throb, and my laughter turns into something else. Who would have thought? Seems that coming all over a whip would be more my thing than using that guy’s face back at The Rite. I came so hard back then that I believed myself a dominatrix. Now I’m about to shatter into a million pieces for a man who fucked me as a form of torture.
I suppose I could just give him what he wants. Just some random number to escape more punishment when he positions himself behind me and forces painful inches of his cock into my needy pussy. I watch in the mirror as a large hand curls around my throat, covering it completely, keeping me in place when he starts pumping. Making me take it all in as his balls slap against my ass.
His belt lands on it again, his hand squeezing my throat so that I can’t even bounce forward and ease the singe.
“Your body count,” he rumbles, but all that leaves my mouth are moans.
