“No. Touching.”
She blinked. “Priest.”
“No,” I ordered again before diving back into her pussy, rabid for the taste and feel of her moving against my tongue.
Any man with a god-complex only had to put his mouth between a woman’s thighs to feel like a motherfucking king.
Then her hands, again, tucked into my hair, stroking my bearded cheek.
I reared back, the knife clattering to the floor as I spun her and thrust her hard against the wall. She shivered but let me do as I pleased. My cock wept salty tears in my jeans, begging for release. Instead, I undid the pink silk ribbon tied in its bow at her wrist and wrapped it thoroughly between her two wrists after I crossed them. Once secured in an elaborately knotted bow, I considered flipping her back around, then caught sight of her arse.
Fuck. Me.
A true peach, round and perky, swelling from the twin dimples at her low back into perfect, bouncy relief. I groaned, adjusting my cock as I swiped a rough hand over the audacious fucking swell.
“You obey me,” I told her darkly, leaning in to nip her earlobe as I continued to massage her ass with both hands. “When you’re naked for me, your body is mine, and I’ll do with it what I want.”
“Yes,” she whimpered, so needy that she bucked back into my hands even though I was sure no one had ever touched her like this. “I want you to do whatever you want to me.”
“Dangerous,” I whispered before I bit into her neck to hold her still while I dipped my hand between the curves of her arse to slide a finger inside her tight pussy. “What if I wanted to keep you here pinned to the wall, hands bound while I wedged my thick cock into your pussy? What if I wanted to fuck you hard and fast even knowing you’ve never taken a cock before?”
We both moaned as she flooded with wet, leaking all over my hand. My good girl, dirty Little Shadow loved my filthy fucking mouth.
I’d teach her to love every filthy thing I could think of.
“Do it,” she begged prettily. “Please, I want it. I…I want you to be rough with me.”
I could feel the chains break, the beast rattling free and roaring with triumph.
And I was lost.
Lost to sense and reason.
Lost to anything but the feel of Bea’s nakedness against me as I unbuckled, unzipped, and slapped my freed cock against the crease in her arse, once, twice, so she could feel the thick, heavy weight of me.
“Gonna impale you on this dick,” I promised her as I drove two fingers into her heat and watched her buck and writhe against them. “Can’t wait to see your blood on my cock.”
“Oh my God,” she breathed, pressing her cheek to the wall, spreading her legs farther apart. “I think I could orgasm just like this.”
“Just my voice in your ear and my teeth on your skin,” I coaxed as I pulled my fingers from her heat and wrapped them around my steely shaft. “Think about how hard you’ll come when I stretch you open on my cock.”
She continued to murmur to God as I slid the hot head of my dick through her slippery folds a few times before notching the head at her entrance.
I was done talking.
The sight of my dick notched against her tiny hole, knowing I was going to fill her light with my darkness, possess her like a demon from the inside out with my deviancy made my cock kick at the door to her cunt, precum adding to the mess there.
I lashed out to wrap the long tendrils of her silken hair around my fist, then held her arched like a bow, taut with tension, ready to spring forth into motion, into climax.
“Mine,” I growled as I thrust savagely forward, crushing the flimsy barrier blocking my entry as I imbedded myself balls deep in Bea’s snug pussy.
She made choked, gasping noises as she fought to keep quiet; a desperate, ball-tingling cry that made my mouth water for more.
I wanted her not only to bend under my hands but also to break.
Ruin, ruin, ruin.
I didn’t hold still. I didn’t give her time to adjust. I pulled her tighter by the hair with one hand and moved the other from her hip down to cover her damp curls, parting my knuckles around her clit, curling my fingers around the place where I speared her to add firm pressure to our connection.
For the first time in my life, nearly thirty years of living, I felt like I was exactly where I fucking belonged. Corrupting an angel into sin, chaining her to me so she would never be able to go back from whence she came.
Ruin, ruin, ruin.
The mantra echoed with every beat of my pulse in my chest, in my dick, in my voice box. I wanted to roar with triumph, fuck her until she cried and screamed for me to stop even though she wanted more.