Red Thorns (Thorns Duet 1)
On her cunt.
Everywhere around her.
“Please…please…” Her voice breaks and wetness shines on her lids.
“Shut your fucking mouth.” I push her inside the cottage and she stumbles, her legs nearly failing her before she gets back up again.
I hit the light switch with my shoulder and I kick the door closed behind us. Interruptions are the last thing I want for what I’m planning for her.
Naomi freezes, her wild dark eyes studying our surroundings. Her gaze flits around the space that’s completely filled with mirrors. Owen’s mother collects them or something.
My toy’s dark, mesmerizing eyes are big and dilated as they meet mine through the mirror across from us. Her petite lips part and her chest rises and falls harshly as the realization of where I’ve brought her slowly registers.
My gaze holds hers hostage as I speak. “You will watch your face as I fuck you. You’ll look at how fucking wanton you become when my dick fills that tight cunt of yours.”
Her head shakes the slightest bit. I wouldn’t have perceived it if it weren’t for my hold on her hair.
“No…please…please…don’t…” Her eyes beg me more than her words. The way they widen, filling with fresh unshed tears. The way they soften until she looks like the most breakable I’ve seen.
And that’s all that my beast sees. The need to ruin her.
“You came here dressed like a slut. Is that what you want to be treated as? Do you want your cunt filled with my cum?”
“No…”
“How about your ass?”
“No…please…”
“Have you had anyone in that tight hole of yours, my filthy slut?”
“No…”
“So it’s as virgin as your cunt was when I first took it?”
“Yes…”
“Will you bleed for me this time, too?”
“Please don’t hurt me…please…stop…”
It’s a game of ours. Her please, no means yes, please and her stop means go on.
I shove her down and she gasps as her knees hit the floor. Then I release her hair and lift her up so her ass is in the air. She tries to look back, but I smack her on her half-visible ass cheek. “Eyes ahead. Look at your flushed cheeks.”
She’s hesitant for half a second before complying. Soon after, her dark gaze meets mine through the mirror. Her wrists are in my hand at her back. Her shoulder blades and her cheek hit the floor as I feel up the round globes of her ass.
Every time she sucks in a breath or releases what resembles a mewling sound, my touch becomes rougher and more demanding.
I rip down her panties and inhale her sweet arousal. It smells different from when she’s compliant or when I shove my fingers inside her cunt at her house.
It’s more potent now, more enticing. More…terrified.
I hit her ass and she startles, then as if out of a trance, she fights.
Fuck how she fights.
Her tiny body jerks and her legs try to kick me in the balls, even when the elastic of her panties leave red lines around her thighs.