Hell (Black Heart Romance)

I bite my lip against the cry of discomfort-bordering-on-pain as he stretches me beyond what I’ve felt before. “So tight.” I look up in time to see him close his eyes, his mouth an O-shape.

He lets go of my wrists and straightens up so he can take off his shirt. I almost forget I’m supposed to be fighting, too busy staring at his chiseled chest and torso, his thick arms and shoulders. His hips don’t let up, pumping, taking me hard.

And oh, my god. There’s warmth down there, in my core, at the place where our bodies are connected. Heat. I’m getting wet. This is making me wet. What the hell is wrong with me? Am I broken or something?

I only know that if this keeps going much longer, I’m going to come.

6

Lucian

I can’t believe how perfect she is. So tight, gripping me, pulling me deeper.

Submissive but fighting at the same time. Willing to do what I want. Wide-eyed, brave, and innocent.

When I take her by the throat and squeeze, still pumping in and out, she tries to push my hand away, tries to turn her face from mine. Just the way I want her to. Whether she’s faking for my sake or not, it doesn’t matter. The effect is the same, and it’s pushing all my buttons.

It’s like she was meant for me. Built exclusively for my pleasure.

“That’s right,” I groan, holding her tighter. “Try to fight me. It’s no use. You only make me want to break you when you do that.” Her eyes widen in response, and I can’t help but laugh.

I pull out, though it’s the last thing I want to do, and for a moment, she looks relieved. Like it’s over. I let her think that for a moment, stroking myself, looking down at her. “Don’t pretend you didn’t get wet,” I whisper, and the shame that washes over her face makes me harder than ever. I have to slow my strokes when instinct would have me stroke faster, my release just over the horizon.

No way am I ending this yet. Not when there’s so much more to explore.

“Don’t pretend you aren’t a little slut.” I take her by one leg and flip her over, baring her ass to me. A creamy, tight little ass, the sort of ass a man could fall to his knees and worship. When I strike it with my palm, she yelps, which only earns her another strike, hard enough to make her flesh jiggle. “Don’t pretend you aren’t enjoying this.”

She tries to push herself up on her palms like she wants to get away, but one firm hand in the center of her back reminds her who’s in charge. I hold her down while, with the other hand, I guide myself back into her tight tunnel.

Yes, she definitely got wet. She’s wetter still, so slick. I close my eyes and savor the sensation, sinking deep.

“You’re my little slut now,” I grunt between thrusts, driving her into the mattress every time my body meets hers. “This pussy is mine. This ass is mine. Whenever I want it. You belong to me.” When she tries to resist, scrambling to crawl away from me, I only take her harder.

She lets out a yelp when I grab her by the wrists, bending her arms, twisting them until her hands are pinned behind her back. “Is this how you want it?” I ask, using my other hand to pull her head back by the hair. “Do you like it this way, my little slut? Being used like this? Is that what’s making you drip?”

She’s almost beyond speaking, letting out a high-pitched cry in time with every brutal thrust. “Please… Please…” It’s halfway between a moan and a sob.

“Please, what? You think you get to ask favors now? You think it matters what you want?” I yank her hair a little harder before shoving her face down into the mattress. “You don’t get to speak. You’re here to get fucked.”

It’s not the way she moans that surprises me. It’s the flutter of her inner walls. I’m not imagining this. She’s squeezing me so tightly I have to force myself in and out. Almost like she’s—

She squeals, shudders, and her muscles ripple around my shaft. Holy shit. Is she coming? She is, and I can’t resist the way she milks me, holding me in place. I have no choice but to let go, groaning in satisfaction while spurting my cum deep inside her cunt.

It only takes a second for me to come back to my senses, and I pull my cock from her. Too late now. My cum drips out of her, soaking into the silk duvet. I didn’t use a condom. Fuck me. What was I thinking?

I wasn’t thinking. This girl is dangerous. She makes me forget everything I know—all of the rules I’ve set for myself and for my business.