A Destiny of Carnage (A Violent Agenda)

She says no, but she hasn’t made any effort to stop me.

I pump her a few more times, making her pant. I break the kiss to trace my fingers, soaked with her juices, over her lips. Her tongue darts out, so I shove a couple of fingers into her mouth. She sucks them greedily, all the while still teasing me with her hands.

“Put my cock inside you,” I say in a low voice.

When she doesn’t, I slide my hand back to her throat. That gets her moving. She smiles darkly, obeying, lining the tip of me with her warmth.

“Now wrap your legs around me and fill yourself up completely.”

Her eyes shine with lust and something else as she wraps her legs all the way around my hips, one hand locked around my neck, climbing me, impaling herself on my cock. Once I’m all the way in, she sighs and then thrusts me deeper. With every jerk of her hips, she consumes me in an entirely different way, giving herself to me—heaven and hell all wrapped in one fucking amazing package.

And I’m giving her some control back.

Maybe.

I shift my hips, lowering them down to make it easier for her, my hand still closed over her throat. And then I take back what I never gave her in the first place. I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, angling deeper, and then bury my cock so far inside her that she says ‘fuck’ at the invasion.

“You’re mine, V,” I say with every thrust, watching her come apart beneath me. She always has been. I let her think she could escape. I allowed her to believe she could be free. But all this time, she was mine.

“Say it,” I grit out.

Her eyes are locked onto mine, full of darkness, as she fists the shirt that I’m still wearing as I fuck her harder than I should. “I’m yours,” she growls.

“Good girl.” I kiss her lips, and she bites back.

“Just make me come so I can forget everything for a moment.”

“I’ll do more than that,” I promise her. I’m going to ruin her for anyone else.

Because she’s all mine.