“Fucking soaked,” I rasp, pressing two fingers against her clit. “Still. After all the blood, after all the glass, after I ripped you open and filled you—still, you’re begging for more.”
Her eyes flare wide, tears sliding hot down her face. She shakes her head, but her thighs clamp around my hand, trapping me there.
I grind the heel of my palm into her, cruel, relentless. “Hate me harder, little fairy. Hate me until you cum. Hate me so deep your body can’t tell the difference between a wound and an orgasm.”
She thrashes, nails clawing at my shoulders, leaving raw streaks across my skin. Her lips part, a moan torn free against her will.
I bite her throat, hard enough to bruise, my voice vibrating against her pulse. “That’s it. That’s my girl. You’re nothing but a ruin I can fuck into worship.”
The hook drags lower, cold steel tracing down her ribs, across her belly, until it rests against her slick heat beside my fingers. She jerks, a strangled cry spilling out.
“Shhh,” I croon, mocking soft. “Don’t fight it. The hook’s just jealous of my cock. Wants to feel what it does to you.”
I press both—the blunt curve of the hook and the sharp grind of my fingers—against her clit at once. She bucks, screaming, her voice finally ripping through the silence.
“God, listen to that,” I snarl, fucking her with my fingers while the steel toys at her folds. “Even your screams sound like you’re cumming for me.”
Her cunt spasms around nothing, clenching on air like it’s starving for me again. I drag my cock against her thigh, wet and hard, smearing her with proof.
“You don’t get to run,” I growl, shoving my fingers deeper, curling them until she sobs. “Not from the ink. Not from the blood. Not from this.” I slam my hips against hers, cock grinding into her, slick and violent. “You’re going to cum all over me while I remind you whose ruin you are.”
Her body jerks under me, thrashing, wrists clawing against my grip but her cunt says otherwise—squeezing, pulsing, dripping onto my hand. She’s a contradiction incarnate, and I want every filthy piece of it.
I curl my fingers inside her, knuckles grinding rough against the spot that makes her cry out strangled, broken. The hook presses against her clit, cold and merciless, and I watch her hips buck up into both at once. She’s fighting me with her mouth, with her eyes, but her body? Her body is begging.
“Listen to you,” I rasp, my breath hot against her ear, my hand working deeper, faster. “Whining, sobbing, dripping. You should be on your knees begging for mercy—but instead you’re spread open for my hand and steel like you were born for it.”
She screams when I grind the curve of the hook harder, her thighs clamping around my wrist, slick gushing down my fingers. I laugh low, cruel. “That’s it, little fairy. Wring yourself out for me. Paint my hand with every drop you swore you’d never give.”
Her nails dig into my arms, desperate, tearing tracks down my skin. She shakes her head, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, but the sound still rips out of her—a moan so raw it echoes through the cage.
“Say it,” I snarl, slamming my fingers in deeper, twisting them until she bows off the bed. “Say what your body already knows.”
Her lips tremble, the words trapped, burning behind her teeth. Tears streak down her temples. The defiance still flickers in her eyes, but her cunt is soaking me, squeezing me, screaming the truth for her.
I lean close, hook grinding circles against her clit while my fingers fuck her deeper, harder, ruthless. My voice breaks sharp against her ear:
“Cum for me. Cum for the monster who will never let you go. Cum for the love that feels like a knife in your throat.”
Her scream shatters through the room. Her cunt clamps down on my fingers, spasming, pulsing, soaking me in violent waves. She writhes under me, her thighs trembling, her voice torn into sobs and moans as she drowns herself in the ruin I forced out of her.
I don’t stop. I drag it out, grinding the hook harder, curling my fingers until she’s shaking uncontrollably, until every sob is laced with ecstasy and hate in equal measure.
“Good girl,” I growl, her slick spilling down my hand, dripping across the papers beneath us. “Bleed, cry, scream—I don’t care. But you’ll always cum for me.”
Her body convulses around my fingers, spasms tearing through her, every nerve in revolt. She’s sobbing now, her voice cracked, her face streaked with tears, but her cunt still milks me, sucking my hand deeper like she can’t stop.
I curl my fingers again, ruthless, and press the hook against her clit until her scream shreds into a broken moan. Her hips jerk helplessly, caught between pain and pleasure, her thighs quivering around my wrist.
I lean close, my mouth brushing her ear, words sharp as knives.
“Confess.”
Her head thrashes, sweat soaking her hair, but I don’t let up. I drag her through another wave, my hand fucking her until she’s wailing, until her voice is raw.
“Confess what your body won’t stop telling me,” I growl, biting her throat, sucking until her skin blooms purple under my teeth.
She shakes her head, sobbing, choking on silence.
