“If you want me to let you come,” I said, “fucking beg me.”
I wanted her fucked up on me, her soul tainted with mine.
It was selfish. Fucked up. All kinds of twisted.
I thrust in a deliberate movement until her pussy clenched with anticipation.
I paused. “Fucking beg, Gemma.”
Her eyes found mine. I waited for her to spit at me, tell me to fuck off.
“Please,” she whined. “Please. Please.Please.” I nearly came at that. She broke off into a reckless whine. Thrashing her head back and forth.
Was there any sound better than Gemma Crowne begging me?
“Please let me come. Fuck me, Santos. Punish me with your cock. Make me cry.Please.”
Yes. There was. And it was Gemma Crowne begging me to do filthy things with her.
My grip tightened on her neck—still not choking—and I resumed thrusting.
“You want this?”Slam. “You want me to force it out of you like the little slut you are?”Slam.
“Yes,” she choked out, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “Please.” A sweet agony twisted her words.
But she still wouldn’t come until I let her. A realization settled heavy in my blood at her complete and total submission. Gemma Crowne couldn’t belong to me, but I would belong to her. Forever. I would protect her until the day I died. If by some unlucky break I died before her, I would make another deal with the devil to stay around long enough to torment anyone who dared look at her.
“Your pussy is mine,” I said. “Your sighs? Mine. This is all fucking mine.” I worked the grip against her throat. “Say it.”
“Yours,” she cried. “Your slut. Just for you. Only for you. I’ll never come again if it’s not your cock.”
I didn’t ask her to saythat.
Fuck.
Gemma Crowne was going to kill me.
“Good girl,” I groaned, and she clenched at the praise. “You’re such a good fucking girl. Now be a good girl and come on my cock.”
That was all it took. A cry ripped from her throat, her nails scythed bloody rivers into my pectoral, and she came apart on my cock. My balls tightened with my own release, but I held it long enough to memorize the flush on her skin, the way her eyes rolled back, her mindless, breathless whispers.
Thank you.
Oh, please.
Do anything to me.
Oh fuck, I’ll do anything.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Then I came violently. Brutally. The thing that existed taboo and stolen between Gemma and me ripped out of my soul to find hers.
“I’ll kill anyone who touches you and fuck you on their dead bodies,” I said, my thrusts wild and uneven as I came. “Everyone will know what happens when they touch you.” Unhinged. Animalistic. Saying shit I had no right to.
With one final thrust, I finished inside her.
