Red Thorns (Thorns Duet 1)

His words add fuel to my orgasm and I don’t think I fall down from it as the sound of his zipper reaches my ear.

He forces my thighs apart, not so gently. “Open them wide for me and keep them there.”

I try to fight, but he pinches my clit, causing a sob to tear from me.

With his hand in my hair, he wraps the other around my throat and powers inside me in one brutal go.

My mouth remains open in a soundless cry and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

True, I’m wet. True, I was ready and stimulated from my orgasm, but nothing, absolutely nothing, could’ve prepared me for the violation of his huge cock. It’s the literal definition of being torn apart and feeling every second of it.

“Mmm…a fucking virgin. Even fucking better.” The satisfaction and pure sadism in his tone leave me gasping. “I can feel your blood coating my dick. The best lube I’ve ever had.”

He pulls back almost all the way out and slams back in. Tears gather in my eyes from the sting of it.

God, it’s painful.

It’s painful like nothing I’ve felt before.

It’s painful like I’m going to vomit my guts out and choke on them.

And the most screwed-up part is that I’m craving the degradation and the immorality of it all. My brain and body have morphed into addicts and this is my fix.

He drives into me with renewed energy, as if he’s indeed trying to tear my flesh and leave me bleeding on the floor.

I’m gasping for air, spluttering and sobbing, and even that feels like too much to my battered state of mind.

“It hurts…oh, please, it hurts…” I don’t know why I’m saying it. It’s not like I want him to stop. In fact, I’m falling into the sting of pain more than I would ever admit.

But he doesn’t slow down anyway. He takes it to the next level until my breathing is chopped off.

Until all I’m releasing are guttural sounds from deep in my soul.

I know it then.

He’ll never stop.

Not unless I say the word to end it all.

But I don’t want reality right now. Even with the pain, I’d rather stay in this alternative world.

“Mmm…yes, you’re so fucking tight.” His voice is deeper, darker, and laced with a frightening type of lust.

Animalistic, even.

He rolls his hips and then drives in again, making me see stars in the pitch-blackness. The stairs dig into my back and my air supply diminishes more by the second due to his hold on my neck and how dizzy I am.

The fact that I’m being fucked senseless by a shadow in the dark should be any sane person’s nightmare. It should twist me up and drag me down. I should be crying because of the pain, and while I am, it’s not only that.

It doesn’t turn me off. It’s the exact opposite.

I’m so wet that the audible in and out of his cock echoes in the air. The tangible smell of sex and sweat surround us until they’re all I inhale.

And him.

There’s always him, hovering over me, immobilizing me in place and powering into me over and over.

He goes on and on, ramming inside me like he’s punishing me. Like I’m a hole he’s using to get off. “Do you feel yourself strangling my dick? Such a whore, even while being a virgin.”