CHAPTER 48
Riven
Pain & Pleasure – Ally Bakst
Evren stalks toward the reception, I hear him pushing everything away on the floor while I’m still on my knees.
What the hell is he doing?
I don’t even have time to realize or ask that he is already back, completely naked, his jeans and boxers discarded on the side with his shirt.
My eyes widen and my breath catches. Heat floods my face, spreading down my neck and across my chest.
Scars—old ones and new ones. A roadmap of violence and survival.
His tattoos don't stop at his shoulders. Thin black lines extend across his collarbones and onto the upper part of his chest, seamlessly connecting the sleeves over his shoulders.
The blackwork blooms from the center of his chest like something ancient taking root beneath his skin.
Vein-like branches spread across the sternum, flowing beneath the pectorals and over the ribs in fluid tendrils that follow the body's natural contours, giving the impression of living ink still creeping outward.
The darkness parts at the center of the abdomen, leaving the muscles exposed while framing them with organic tendrils. Along the V-line, sleek cyber-tribal blackwork rises from each hip in sharp, thorn-like spikes, creating the illusion of living barbs that naturally accentuate the obliques.
It feels more than a tattoo, it resembles a beautiful corruption—an organic force spreading across his torso, equal parts elegant, primal, and unsettling.
Fuck. It's beautiful.
I don't have time to process it before he's on me, bending down, sliding his hands to my bare hips and lifting me.
My legs wrap around his bare waist on instinct.
“You wanted to play, little troublemaker?” he asks, then delivers a sharp slap to my ass.
I cry out.
“You were the first one to fuck around.”
His grin turns feral.
Without another word, he deposits me on the reception counter and forces me to lie back until my spine presses against the cold wood.
“Eyes on me baby girl.” He growls.
The pet name makes my skin flush deep red, and a twisted knot comes instantly in my stomach.
He plunges two fingers inside in a single brutal thrust.
I arch my back off the counter in a silent scream.
Curling and pumping inside in and out with a wet sound.
My moan grows louder with each second passing.
All of a sudden, I feel his tongue sweeping with force causing my hand to shoot up and grab his hair.
I grind myself against him as he continues to fuck my pussy with his fingers.
I hear him groan.
“I can’t fucking wait.” He rasps.
He straightens himself, licking his lips.
He grabs his base, stroking himself a few times.
The broad, pierced tip of his cock presses against my soaked entrance, his piercing still cold, making me stop breathing.
He doesn’t ask.
He doesn’t ease in.
Evren drives forward in one deep, claiming thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside me in a single, brutal stroke, stretching me completely.
I already knew his dick was huge since I got to suck it—twice.
But having it inside me is a totally different shit causes me to cry out at the sensation.
My scream turns into a moan as I writhe in pain and pleasure at the same time. His thick and long cock is like a vice grip inside me, while the cold metal stretches my insides painfully.
The grating sensation of his base’s piercing rubbing against my clit sends mixed signals throughout my entire body.
My muscles involuntarily clench around him as I try to make sense of the contradictory feelings—his warm invasion and hard cock, combined with the icy touch of the metal.
He remains buried deep within me, his forehead pressing into my shoulder as he bites the juncture of my neck and shoulder hard enough to cause my body to tense up.
The bite doesn't break the skin, but it leaves a clear mark—a visible sign of his claim on me.
“Fuck,” He breathes. “You’re tight.”
He pulls back almost all the way, until just the tip remains, teasing me, making me whine slightly.
“Say it.” He orders, his voice strain and his body trembling with the effort of his control.
“Say what?!” I wrap my legs around his hips.
One of his hands comes up and his thumb presses against my bottom lip before inserting it inside my mouth.
I instinctively close my lips around it, my eyes never leaving his.
I just can't stop myself.
I see his breath catch before he slowly pulls his thumb away, then his hand slides to my throat, his fingers wrap around it not hard enough to hurt me but firm enough that I can't ignore the weight of his touch.
He yanks my upper body to him, sitting on the edge of the counter.
“Say it,” His breath hot against my cheek. “That you are mine.”
Evren slams back into me, setting a hard, punishing rhythm, the sound of skin on skin mixing with the drum of the city—outside the studio.
I don’t say it, abruptly Evren retreats his cock back to my entrance, I can feel his piercing resting heavily on my entrance’s walls.
“If you don’t say it,” He rasps “I’m stopping.”
I clench my jaw so tight it hurts, I don’t want to say it, but fuck I need to come so badly, I could say anything.
“I’m yours.” I manage to hisses it between my teeth.
My nails claw at his hair as I become completely engrossed in the feeling of every inch of his cock sliding in and out of me.
His piercings, both inside and out, create a relentless symphony of sensations that relentlessly rub against and brutally slam into just the right spots.
I'm left gasping for breath, my moans growing increasingly strained as each ragged inhale fills my lungs.
Each thrust pauses momentarily before his cock plunges back in, intensifying the raw pleasure-pain cocktail coursing through me.
A wicked grin of triumph spreads across Evren's face like a proud and twisted masterpiece.
He likely fucking lives for this—feeding off my complete surrender as if it were oxygen to his fucked-up soul.
That bastard.
“That’s it,” He snarls, his hips pistoning harder, faster, driving me away from him—but his hand on my throat and hip makes it impossible.
“You’re giving in Riven,” He rasps against my skin, his lips brushing it.
“Now,” He thrust deep and brutal “Give me,” He thrust again, pausing with a smirk “Everything.”
My nails slide down his back before digging in, scratching deep enough for blood to well beneath them. My head falls back and a guttural moan tears itself from my throat before I can swallow it.
Fuck, he's good at this. I can't stop the sounds escaping me. I can't push him away and the worst part—I don't want to.
A raw, moan tears from Evren’s throat, muffled against my shoulder. Probably from my nails digging and making him bleed, again.
“Yes,” he grates out, the word a harsh exhale.
He drives into me with a renewed, frantic intensity, his rhythm becoming erratic, purely brutal and primal.
I moan louder, I feel my pussy clench, the low warmth spreading.
Fuck, I’m going to come.
He pulls his head back, his eyes still glowing and locking into mine that are half lidded. I can see his face being a mask of raw, unfiltered need.
“Harder,” He commands dangerously “Scratch harder, baby. Mark me.”
I’m getting closer, his pace becoming shorter, deeper.
I’m really going to come on his cock? On his monster cock I hate more than anything?
Fuck, it feels too good, I can’t…I can’t fucking—
I scream, my body slams against the wood as my climax tore through me. My eyes roll, my back arch, and my muscles clenches around his cock.
“Fuck yes!” He shouts “Come on my cock!”
It should be the end, I just came, violently, he should come and stop.
Right?
I feel my legs going limp around his waist as my orgasm starts to subside.
“Oh,” He rasps, his tone satisfied but mocking. “I’m not done.”
But Evren doesn’t slow down, doesn’t stop, if anything, he drives into me harder, deeper. A dark, ragged groan torn from me as he rides out my waves of pleasure.
His hand on my throat slides down between our two bodies and his thumb rubs my clit.
The pressure, the pounding, the rubbing, all of it is making me see stars. I rake my nails down his pectoral.
“E-Evren! S-Stop! I can’t… fuck!” I moan, my legs shaking. “It’s too m-much!”
He pants, his voice is shredded, his hips never ceasing their relentless rhythm.
I see him looking down on me, what the hell he is looking at?
“Good girl,” His thumb rubs against my pulse, and uses his other fingers to tilt my head back. “You come when I tell you to come, and you’ll keep coming until I’m painting your cunt with my cum.”
Evren slows down his pace abruptly, turning the brutal thrusts into something slow and agonizing.
I pant, looking at him confused but before I can open my mouth to tell him to wreck me, he rubs harder my clit and resumes his brutal pace.
I’m about to come, I can’t control myself.
He stops abruptly his rhythm and remains at the entrance.
I breath heavily, anger and frustration boils inside me.
“Beg me,” He rasps “Say Please Evren, let me come. Say it.”
I clench my jaw, refusing to say it, to beg.
He thrust once, brutally making me yelp in pain and pleasure.
“Say it.”
“No.”
“Fine by me.”
He set a pace of brutal, but slow thrusts, leading to my back grinding against the wood.
One of his hands leaves my hips and cups my breast before dipping and biting down the nipple already hardened before pulling on it and freeing it with a wet pop.
I cry out.
His tongue flicks out and twirls around my nipple before pulling back while never stopping his pace.
I can’t, I can’t take it, I need to come.
I need him to authorise me to come.
“P-please…” I bite my tongue “Let me come.”
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Please,” I moan at his single deep thrust “L-Let me come!”
He resumes a brutal, fast pace making me see stars.
“Good. Fucking. Girl.” He rasps against my cheek “Come Riven. Now.”
Another climax, an overwhelming tsunami of pleasure hits me like a freight train at his command.
My body collapses further into itself as I continue to moan through each forceful thrust, now painfully aware of how hyper-sensitive I am—my clit, my pussy, everything is just too goddamn sensitive.
I’m feeling like I'm on the verge of collapse, there's no sign that he intends to stop his relentless assault.
And I don’t want him to stop.
He grabs the cheeks of my ass and lifts me off the counter and deposits me on the floor itself without separating us.
One of his hands slides under my head, the other hooking around one of my thighs and pushing it toward my shoulder—opening me to him more.
“E-Evren… You’re going… to rip me in… two” I say breathless.
“Then my job will be well done.” He rasps before licking my lips and biting down.
He resumes his pace, his hips pistoning, the new angle making his piercing tip and cock hit deeper, better.
My eyes roll back completely, my arms wrapped around his neck and in his hair is the only anchor I have on reality.
His thrusts become more controlled, more deliberate, each one aimed with precision, dragging over that sensitive spot.
It’s overwhelming, it’s fucking delicious.
I’m not going to lie.
“You feel that?” He leans in murmuring “That’s me, taking what belongs to me.”
A broken whimper escapes my lips, as another orgasm goes through me, again.
What the fuck is happening to my body? I’m in his total mercy, completely.
“Your hatred. Your body. Your fight.” He pauses tightening his grip behind my head “Your fucking soul.”
His pace accelerates again, more urgent.
Finally, with a final brutal thrust that pins me completely to the floor, he buries himself to the hilt.
A low guttural shout is torn from him as I feel his cock pulsing inside me, hot of him mixing with mine.
He grinds against me, riding out the last waves of my climax and his, my inner walls continuing to flutter weakly around his cock.
Evren stays still for a long moment inside me, his forehead resting against mine, his breath warm against my lips.
I’m happy I did my injection as the contraception—one injection per month and you’re protected.
I pant, clinging to him, not because I want to cuddle, because right now, even if I hate him, my body is weak, I just got multiple orgasms.
For the first time.
My breathe is fast, my chest rising and falling like I just ran, but really, it’s the same shit.
“Riven…” He whispers, his breath hot against my face. “Fuck… fuck you.”
“Yeah…” I breathe “Fuck you too.”