Chapter 25 #4
He shifts his grip, planting his feet firmly and grabbing my hips with hands that feel like iron clamps, bruising my skin.
He begins to pound into me with a merciless, psychotic intensity.
It’s not sex anymore; it’s an assault. He’s driving deep, hitting my cervix with every single thrust, his cock feeling like a battering ram trying to split me in two.
He’s fucking me with a violence that is absolutely insane, his hips slamming against my ass with a wet, slapping sound that echoes through the room.
I scream, the sound ripping from my throat, raw and guttural.
I’m coming again, my walls convulsing around him in a violent spasm, but he doesn't stop.
He doesn't even slow down. He keeps going, driving deeper and harder, until the pleasure starts to blur into a sharp, searing pain.
It hurts—God, it fucking hurts—but the pain only fuels the fire.
I ride back against him, my ass grinding into his pelvis, begging for more of the destruction.
His hands move from my hips to my throat, not choking me, but marking me, his thumb pressing into my windpipe just enough to make me gasp.
"You're mine," he growls, his voice sounding like it's coming from the bottom of a grave.
"Every scream, every drop of cum, every fucking breath you take belongs to me. "
I try to scramble forward, the intensity becoming too much, my mind fracturing under the weight of it, but he yanks the chain hard.
I’m pinned. He fucks me senseless, his thrusts so deep and powerful it feels like he’s pushing through my organs, fucking me all the way up to my brain.
I’m sobbing now, the psychological breaking point finally hitting.
"I'm sorry!" I shriek, my voice cracking. "I'm sorry for what I said! I'll never say it again! Please, Rhys, please!"
He slows down just a fraction, but he doesn't pull out. He stays buried deep inside me, pulsing. "I don't think you're sorry yet, Ophelia. Not nearly sorry enough."
While still inside me, he reaches around and finds my clit.
He begins to masturbate me with a brutal, fast motion, his fingers blurring against my swollen flesh.
I’m squirming, twisting in his grip, my body a wire stretched to the breaking point.
He grinds his fingers into me, relentless and hard, until I explode in another massive orgasm, coming hard on his fingers and his cock, my body shaking with violent tremors.
But the moment I peak, he slams back into me with everything he has. It feels like my vagina is literally tearing open, the friction and the force pushing me past any limit I ever knew.
"I'm sorry! I'm so fucking sorry!" I wail, my head tossing from side to side.
"If you're really sorry," he hisses, his breath hot and ragged, "you'll come one more time for me. Right now."
I shake my head frantically, tears streaming down my face. "I can't... I can't, Rhys, I'm empty, I can't!"
"I'm getting that orgasm out of you," he growls, his voice devoid of mercy, "whether you think you have it left or not."
I’m shaking so hard I can barely breathe, my throat raw and hurting from the screaming. He suddenly pulls out with a wet pop and flips us over. He hits the floor hard, pulling me on top of him. I straddle him, my legs shaking, my pussy dripping and sore.
"Ride me," he commands, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "Give it to me. Make us both come. And don't you dare look away from my eyes."
I freeze for a second, the remnants of my fear flickering, but then I slowly sink down onto him.
The feeling of him filling me up again is an instant rush of euphoria.
I begin to ride him, bouncing on his thick cock, my movements becoming frantic.
I throw my head back, my hair spilling over my shoulders, moaning loudly as I fuck him hard.
I look down into his eyes, and for the first time, I don't see a monster to fear. I see my own reflection in those dark, obsessive pupils—and I don't feel a shred of terror. I feel powerful. I feel seen. I hold the contact, almost enjoying the sight of myself mirrored in his madness.
He reaches up, squeezing my breasts with bruising force, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as I bounce. I reach up to my neck, gripping the leather collar and using it as leverage to pull myself down, grinding my clit against his pubic bone before leaping back up in a violent thrust.
Rhys lets out a guttural moan, his face contorting in pleasure.
He’s loving this—the way I’m finally taking what I want from him.
He reaches up, grabbing the chain and yanking me down hard, crashing his lips against mine in a bruising, desperate kiss.
I keep fucking him, my hips moving in a blur, our breaths mingling in a chaotic mess of saliva and heat.
His hands slide down to my hips, locking me in place. He begins to thrust upward, meeting my descent with a violent force that makes me scream directly into his mouth. His cock swells, filling me to the absolute limit, and I can feel the tension snapping in both of us.
We hit the peak together. I scream into his mouth, my entire body locking up as a final, shattering orgasm rips through me, and he groans, his body jerking beneath me as he comes deep inside me, filling me with everything he has.
We collapse into each other, moaning into one another's mouths, two broken things finally fitting together.