Chapter Three #2
His hands secured my ankles in a firm grip, letting him pull me into him even more, so much so that our chests were brushing. The heat from his body made my nipples excessively hard.
He grabbed my throat, his thumb flicking over my mouth, then he dipped his fingers into my mouth. I knew on instinct to suck on them. He pushed them farther, making me gag. I choked on my tears, but I didn’t stop.
Something about him having me in his chokehold, about being under his control, turned me on so badly.
I wanted to please him.
As he retracted his fingers, gliding over my pulse point and collarbone, I caught the ring wrapped firmly around one of his lean, veiny fingers.
My stomach did a flip.
I put that there.
He was my husband. He was mine. All mine.
Admitting that came with such intensity that it knocked the breath out of me.
His weight crushed me into the mattress, my legs spread so widely that I was pressed into him like a butterfly. My legs were thrown around him, distracting me a little at how high up they went that I barely noticed when he slipped into me.
Although I was wet, it didn’t make the pain any less consuming.
“Ugh,” I whimpered.
“Too much for you, Red?” he murmured, his expression closing up in sheer pleasure.
Damien’s cock was as ruthless as he was. It tore through me without mercy, getting my walls to wrap around him so tightly. I couldn’t breathe. I froze against him, grabbing onto him as tears welled up in my eyes.
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Breathe for me, Red. You don’t get to pass out on me now. You will spend the rest of your life taking this cock. The least you can do is start getting used to it.” He wrapped his hand around my throat, kissing me so hard that I had no choice but to gasp for air when he broke it off.
“Good girl.” He smirked.
He pulled out and thrust back into me, slamming me into him.
“You should see how beautiful you are taking this right now.” He teased my folds with his cock, then slammed into me harshly this time around.
“Damien!” I grabbed him harder.
“Yes, say my name, Red,” he grunted, holding my hip before he balanced himself and started thrusting in and out of me.
My eyes drifted shut, my teeth going on to tuck my lips between them.
“Look at me,” he ordered harshly. I obliged. “I want you to look at me as I fuck you—as I make you mine.”
The pleasure was so intense, I felt like I was going to pass out.
There was something deliciously vulnerable about forcing myself to keep my eyes on him as he pounded me into the mattress.
I was torn between screaming my lungs out and making sure that every expression that crossed his face didn’t escape.
“Oh, god.” I dug my nails into his back.
“I’m your god—the only man who’s going to be fucking this pussy,” he growled, his thrust harsh and intentionally meant to knock my breath out of me.
“Hmm...”
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours.”
“Good girl.”
His brutal strokes were in sync with the sloppy sounds my wet cunt made as he slipped in and out of me.
It sounded like a twisted lullaby to my ears.
Damien fucked as mercilessly as he looked.
He didn’t care that I sounded out of breath.
He held my throat and pounded me into the mattress until I was screaming and clawing at his back.
His pace was rough and addictively ruthless. He handled me in such a filthy, dirty way, like I was nothing but his personal slut. The way I constantly dripped around him as he slammed in and out of me said a lot about me.
I was just as twisted as he was.
I enjoyed every bit of the sweet torture he inflicted on me.
He wasn’t gentle. Just like he said, he fucked me like I was a brat—like he hated me and wanted to take it out on me.
My moans wanted to pull the room down—hard, shaky, and strange to my ears.
“Your cunt is so tight and wet. It was made for me.” He fucked me harder.
I squealed when he flipped me over so I was on my stomach. My face dug into the mattress, and I bit into it when he thrust into me again with a force that wrecked me.
He gathered my hair into his fists, hand on my hip, pounding into me without stopping for me to catch my breath.
He rammed into me like a madman on a mission.
“Please—” I clawed at the sheets, feeling my saliva soil its surface. A sheen of sweat soaked my skin, my curled toes digging into the surface beneath me as though they could rely on it to anchor them to sanity. “Stop... I can’t-oh, God.”
His rhythm intensified as he fucked me harder. “You take me so fucking well.”
My stomach knotted so tightly, the buildup overwhelming me until it rocked my limbs.
“Damien, please.” I broke into a sob. “I’ll be good for you. Please, let me come.” My eyes drifted shut like I was about to pass out, but he didn’t stop fucking me.
He reached for a nipple, twisting it, and his hot lips met my ear. “You want to scream? Scream. I’m not done with you, Red.”
When he pinched my clit, applying pressure on it to stimulate me more, I felt like I was going to combust because of how good it felt. My eyes rolled back in their sockets. My vision grew dull and thin.
I pushed back at him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I didn’t know whether I wanted him to stop or keep going. I was overstimulated. My nipples were as hard as rocks. My breasts were heavy, and I wouldn’t stop dripping.
“Oh, that feels so good.”
He spanked my ass, and I moaned.
My screams felt too much for me to bear. I wanted to dip my fingers into my ears to block out my loud moans and whimpers.
When my knees felt like they couldn’t carry me anymore, he held me in place and fucked me into the mattress until I was whimpering and writhing.
“You want to come for me, don’t you, my little slut?” He tugged at my hair.
“Yes, please. Yes!”
“Come with me, Red.”
His thrusts were relentless as he pounded me toward my release. I bit into the sheets to submerge my moans as my climax hit me hard. I came with a hoarse cry, while Damien fucked me through my release until he met his.
His cum dripped down my thigh as he pulled out. I dropped onto the bed like a log. My thighs were sticky, and my skin felt sweaty, but he drew me into his embrace.
“Till death do us part, Red.”