She shudders, her nails digging into my shoulders, dragging me closer instead of pushing me away. Her thighs clamp around my hips, grinding harder, rubbing herself against the rigid length of me through my trousers. Each roll of her hips is frantic, ruined, furious—and mine.
I pin her wrists above her head again, shoving them into the splinters of the shattered mirror still caught in the frame. Blood beads where glass bites, but she doesn’t stop moving. If anything, she grinds harder, her breath ragged and broken, sobs tangled with moans she can’t choke back.
“That’s it,” I snarl, grinding back against her, rutting slow and brutal. “Fuck yourself on me. Make yourself my signature.”
Her cry splits the air. She bucks under me, her cunt slick and desperate, soaking through the thin barrier of fabric. I slam my hips down, letting her feel every inch of what waits for her, not giving it, not yet, just tormenting her with the shape of it.
“Say it,” I growl, the hook dragging between her breasts, cold and merciless. “Say who you’re grinding on. Say who you belong to.”
Her hips buck wildly, chasing friction, chasing ruin. Her eyes burn up at me, defiance crumbling under the weight of need.
“You,” she gasps, voice breaking. “Fuck—you.”
My laugh is savage, ripped straight from my chest. I grind down harder, making her sob, making her thrash, forcing her to ride the edge of humiliation and hunger.
“That’s right,” I snarl, teeth against her ear, biting hard enough to mark. “Mine. Signed in blood. Sealed in your cunt. Every time you grind against me, you write it deeper.”
Her body jerks, helpless, raw. She moans my name again, louder this time, louder than her sobs, louder than the silence that used to choke her.
I let her ruin herself on me.
I let her grind until she’s soaked and shaking, until her body betrays her a second time, until she cums again—harder, filthier, screaming for me while her blood stains the papers beneath us.
When she collapses, limp and trembling, I drag the hook slow up her stomach, smearing her release across her skin, marking her with every inch of it.
“You’ll never escape me,” I whisper, pressing the steel against her throat, gentle but unyielding. “Because you don’t want to.”
Her body collapses for a moment, trembling, twitching, breath catching like she’s drowning in her own ruin. But then her hips twitch again, small, involuntary, still searching, still needing.
Pathetic. Beautiful. Mine.
I slam her wrists harder into the headboard, glass biting deeper into her skin. Her cry breaks raw in her throat, but her thighs spread wider. Welcoming. Begging. The bloodied pages stick to her body like second skin, every thrust of her chest smearing ink across her.
“You want it?” I growl, grinding slow against her soaked cunt, the head of my cock straining against the fabric between us. “Say it. Say you want me to fuck you.”
Her lips tremble, torn between hate and hunger. She shakes her head once—weak, trembling—but her hips roll up hard against me. Her eyes close like she can hide the truth there, but her body keeps betraying her.
I grip her chin hard, forcing her to look at me, hook pressed under her jaw until her pulse hammers against steel.
“Say it,” I snarl, grinding harder, cock straining, dragging against her swollen clit. “Or I’ll carve it into you.”
Her breath catches, a sob tearing loose. Then the word: broken, ragged, unwilling and desperate all at once.
“Fuck me.”
My laugh rips out savage, feral. I tear my trousers open, shove the ruined lace aside, and slam into her in one brutal thrust that knocks the scream from her chest. Her nails rake bloody trails down my back as her body seizes around me, tight, wet, choking me in heat she pretends she doesn’t want.
I drive into her harder, deeper, punishing every inch. Glass crunches beneath the bed with every thrust. The papers smear between us, her back grinding them into the sheets, my cock hammering her down into proof she’ll never escape.
She sobs and moans in the same breath, sound breaking into filthy gasps every time I bottom out.
“Louder,” I growl, teeth scraping her ear. “Let the whole house hear how my little contract sings when I split her open.”
Her cry cracks, raw and ruined, my name splitting from her lips like prayer. Her hips meet mine now, wild, frantic, desperate for every brutal thrust. She hates me, hates herself, but her cunt strangles me like it was made for this.
I drag the hook down her stomach, pressing until the cold bites her skin. Lower, lower, until it presses against her clit while I fuck her hard and merciless. She screams again, back arching, body jerking in overstimulated ecstasy, tears streaking her face as she comes around me, gripping my cock with every violent spasm.
I don’t stop.
