Beautiful Monster (Dark Lies Duet 2)

With nowhere to go, she rushes to the left. I catch her with a hand around her throat and force her to the wall. My body brushes up against hers, and I watch her eyes grow wide when she realizes she’s trapped, completely at my mercy.

Her throat bobs against my palm, taking me back to the night in the alley and how sexy it was to feel my dick against my hand through her throat. Fuck, I should make her swallow me whole right now.

“This is what you want?” she asks, her voice strained. “You want to hurt me? Spank me? What else can you do to break me, Christian? You can force your ring on my finger, but I’ll never love you.”

Running my gaze over her features, I admire her beauty while tracing the curve of her face with the index finger of my other hand. “I think you forget you’ve already told me you love me as you rode my cock.”

“That was a lie. I didn’t tell you that I love you. I told the man I thought you were.”

“It’s semantics, really. The fact remains that you belong to me. To lick, fuck, and suck. To break until nothing is left. I'll take what I want when I want, and I'll make you fucking hate yourself for enjoying it.”

She tries to push me away. “You’re insane. I’ll never enjoy being with you. Not again.”

I smirk. “You really believe that, don’t you?”

She doesn’t respond. Instead, she stares at me with her brows pulled tight, and her nostrils flared. “I hate you.”

“I don’t think that’s true. You love when I touch you. I bet your pussy is wet right now.” I reach between her legs, pressing my fingers against her sex through her jeans.

She tries to keep me at bay, closing her thighs as tight as she can, but with a tight squeeze of her throat, she stops fighting. Using my knees, I manage to push her legs apart, a groan building in my chest from the heat radiating from between her legs.

“You want to know what I’m going to do to punish you? Hm?”

She turns her head to the side to avoid my gaze, but I make her look at me. Fumbling with the buckle of her jeans, I undo them at the same time she closes her eyes.

“I'm going to make you come and enjoy every second of you wishing like hell you never met,” I threaten as I slip my hand past her zipper and into her panties. “I’m going to finger your tight little pussy, until you can’t see straight.”

Her breath is hot on my skin, and her exhales grow short and labored. And just like I knew she would be, her pussy is drenched for me, and I haven’t even touched her yet. Not fully. I know because my knuckles feel the damp spot of her underwear.

“And as you come, hating yourself for loving it so much, I’ll have won. You can hate me all you want, topolina. Just be prepared to do it for the rest of your goddamn life.”

Finally, I slide two fingers between her slit, not bothering to tease her clit as I aim straight for her tight channel. I slip in with ease, and Siân’s legs start to give out.

She gasps. “Mm,” she bites back a moan.

I smile, knowing I was right. Just look at her trepidation rolling over every inch of her flawless skin. She knows I'm right, and I’ve barely even started to wring an orgasm out of her.

“I hate you,” she groans.

“And you look pretty damn good while you do.”

That’s the last thing I say before finding her G-spot and pounding my fingers into her sweet pussy until she’s clawing at my forearms for me to release her. Until sweat beads across her skin and her head falls back against the wall. Until her legs give way, and the only thing keeping her standing is my hand on her throat and my fingers in her cunt.

I finger her like it’s the last thing I do, ignoring my hard-on because right now, all that matters is following through on my promise. She can hate me all she wants as long as she comes hard as hell while doing it.

Her walls tighten around me, and I inadvertently inch closer.

“There it is.”

“No.” Siân shakes her head, trying once more to close her legs to keep her body from betraying her. “No.”

I lean forward, bringing my lips to her ear. “Yes, topolina.”

She continues to shake her head, her moans coming out like gargled cries.

But then I kiss her ear and pull her lobe into my mouth.

“Fuckkkk.” The word is hard, throaty, but oh-so fucking sweet.

Her back buckles, and she has no choice but to rest against me as I pull every last drop of cum from her.