The Devil's Plaything
“No.” The word is honest. It’s the most honesty I’ve given anyone in a long time. “I hate you. I’m so scared of you, I feel like I have a hole inside me,” I tell him.
“Good.” My brows furrow in confusion at his response. Only to have him reach for my face, pressing my cheeks together, he leans in further and allows me to swallow his reply, “because I’m the fucking monster you’ll fear. I know you like when I hurt you, juguete,” he murmurs.
“Please.”
His fingers latch onto my neck, squeezing until I see black spots. “I bet your pretty little cunt is wet right now. You’ll feel so good when I finally fuck you.”
“Then do it.”
He moves swiftly, shoving my panties and shorts down my legs. A second later, his face is between my thighs, his hands holding them wide. His heated gaze lands on my pussy, finding my core drenched with arousal for him. Just for him.
He doesn’t speak, and I wonder what he’s thinking. I want to close my legs, but the force he’s holding me with doesn’t allow it. Pushing up onto my elbows, I meet those beautiful endless pools of liquid gold before his mouth lands on my pussy.
His lips are warm, his tongue snakes into me, licking and laving at me like I’m a delicacy. As if I’m the last meal he’s about to eat, and he’s not letting anything go to waste. His fingers dig into my thighs, and I know they’ll leave marks in their wake.
Bruised by the beast.
Toyed with by the monster.
Devoured by the devil.
My fingers curl in his hair, holding him against me as my hips rise up. I’ve never experienced anything like this; yet, I know I’m about to come. My toes curl when Victor finally releases one thigh, and his fingers dip into my drenched core.
“You’re far too fucking tight, Sofía,” he whispers against my sensitive flesh, then sucks my clit into his mouth while two fingers plunge into me. Both digits dip as deep as they can before he finds my resistance. I knew he would, but what I didn’t expect was for him to continue deeper, to push through the barrier, causing pain and pleasure to mingle.
A turbulent force wrenches me from the bed, and I’m arching, crying out, and tearing at his hair as I feel some strange release of pleasured pain ripping through me. He rises, his body shaking, as he shoves down his slacks, along with his boxers.
There’s a thick, angry erection jutting in my direction, and I watch in awe as he fists his thickness with the hand that’s now stained with my virginity. He jerks himself, slow and steady, as he looks between my thighs.
“Please, fuck me,” I plead, stupidly, like a teen with a crush on the hottest boy at school, it’s how Victor makes me feel.
A sinful smirk toys with his lips, teasing me as he coats his cock with the evidence of me on the smooth, velvety skin. He presses the tip against me, and I buck up to add pressure to the one place I need it most.
He continues to rub my entrance, up and down, with his now seeping tip. It doesn’t take long before I feel a wave of pleasure about to crash through me. The moment Victor’s warmth hits my mound, I cry out his name, once, twice, and a third time, as my eyes roll back in my head.
I’m not sure how much time passes before I finally open my eyes, but when I do, I notice I’m under the covers. I’m hidden from his haunting gaze, but my limbs bear the weight of what I’d just experienced.
“You didn’t tell me you’re a virgin.”
It’s then I realize he had his mouth down there. Hiding behind my hands, I peek at him through my fingers, hoping the ground would swallow me, and utter, “Oh God, I’m so sorry.”
He chuckles at my gasp. “I’ve had worse things happen to me, juguete. To be honest, you’re rather sweet,” he tells me, with a smile that makes my heart kick against my chest.
I shouldn’t be falling for the man who stole me, but I can no longer deny it—I’m falling for Victor Cordero.
20
Victor
“Get dressed, juguete,” I tell her, as I right myself. I wanted to fuck her, to take her body and claim it as mine. Even though I know I will soon, there’s something we need to do first. The dinner is in an hour, and if she thinks she’s getting out of it because of her past with Rodrigo, she’s sorely mistaken.
“Why?”
“We need to go to dinner.” I glance over my shoulder to look at my beauty. “There is a man I need to see, and you’ll be on my arm.” Walking into Rodrigo’s house with her beside me might be a mistake, but she lied and brought this upon herself.