“You’re going to break me,” I groan, as he hits that spot inside me again, my overly sensitive body jerking.
Landon’s lips curl into a devastating smile as he leans down, teeth grazing my ear. “I’m not going to break you; you were broken long before me,” he whispers, and the cold certainty in his voice makes me shudder. “I’m the one who’s going to fix you. My beautiful little butterfly.”
The realization sinks into my bones, cold and terrifying. I’ve signed myself up for a year with a man who is completely insane—a psychopath who thinks he’s the one who will fix me.
My body continues to respond to him. A year. Three hundred and sixty-five days of this. The thought almost makes me come again. He’s so dominant. I shouldn’t want this, the way he takes me and shows me exactly what I’ve been craving all this time. The guy is so insane he fucking drugged me, and I wake up with him inside me, and yet it’s all I really want.
Landon notices my mind wandering. His hand grips my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
“Where do you think you’re going, little butterfly?” he growls. “Stay with me.”
Before I can respond, his mouth crashes down on mine. The kiss is brutal, his tongue invading my mouth. And despite everything—despite the exhaustion—I respond.
Forgetting my concerns or that he’s insane. All I can feel is Landon, his taste, his scent, his body moving against mine.
His fingers move between our bodies, circling that sensitive bundle of nerves mercilessly.
I whimper into his mouth, my hips bucking.
“One more,” he commands against my lips. “Come on, butterfly, give me one more.”
“I can’t,” I gasp. My limbs feel like lead. “I think you’ve drained every ounce of pleasure from me.”
His fingers continue their relentless assault, coaxing my body toward the edge.
“You can. I know you can, because you’re my perfect, beautiful girl,” he insists, eyes locked on mine. “Give me one more and then I’ll fill you up with cum.”
His hand slides up from my hip to my throat, fingers pressing against my windpipe. The pressure builds gradually, constricting my airflow enough to make my vision turn fuzzy at the edges.
“I know you, Sadie. You need the sweet violence of letting go.”
His grip tightens, thumb pressing against my pulse point. The lack of oxygen sends my body into overdrive, heightening every sensation—the stretch and burn as he drives into me, the weight of him pinning me down, the strange euphoria spreading through my limbs.
“Look at me,” he commands. The darkness in his expression calls to the part of me that is just as dark.
As spots begin to dance across my vision, he releases my throat. Air rushes into my lungs, the sudden oxygen hitting my system like a drug. Immediately, I know I’m teetering on the edge of no return.
“Good girl,” he praises, then, without warning, sinks his teeth into the sensitive juncture between my neck and shoulder.
I cry out, the sharp pain blooming into ecstasy. His teeth break skin, and he licks the wound he’s created.
“Mine,” he growls, fingers digging bruises into my hips as he pounds into me with renewed vigor.
The pain and carnal satisfaction send me spiraling. Every nerve ending fires at once, my pussy clamping around him as another orgasm crashes through me. It’s more intense than the others, ripping through my core with such force that I scream his name, my back arching off the bed.
“That’s it,” Landon snarls. “Take everything I give you.”
Despite my exhaustion, my muscles clench around him as waves of pleasure continue to roll through me.
My vision swims. I can barely form coherent thoughts as Landon moves above me, his pace growing more frantic, more desperate. The room spins around us, and I’m only anchored by the points where our bodies connect.
“Fuck,” he growls roughly. “Your perfect cunt is squeezing me so fucking tight.”
His words send another wave of my orgasm rippling through me. I’m completely at his mercy, and that broken part of me revels in it, wants more of this exquisite torture. My muscles continue to clench around him involuntarily as the orgasm refuses to subside.
Landon’s movements are erratic now, his breathing labored. I catch the second his restraint slips, muscles locking tight above me. His head dips down, teeth closing around my nipple as he comes.
The sharp pain shoots straight to my core, making my ongoing orgasm spike to impossible heights. I scream, my back arching off the bed as the sensation becomes too much to bear. The pleasure tears through me in a chaotic symphony that threatens to ruin me for all eternity.
