Her ankles are next.
She flinches when I grab them and tries to squirm away.
“Arlo.” Her eyes snap to mine, wide with panic. “You’re going to do what the fuck I tell you to do. Understand me?”
She gives me a small nod.
I secure her ankles next to her wrists above her head, folding her in half. Her cunt’s glistening. Her ass lifted. Her whole body is begging.
I drag my fingers over her trembling skin. “Every fucking hole. Is mine.” I grab her jaw and squeeze until she whimpers. “You’re going to feel me everywhere, Arlo.” My lips graze hers, but I don’t kiss her. I want her breath. Her fear. Her fuckingsoul.
I trace her lips with my finger. “Here.”
Down her throat. Her chest. Her stomach.
My finger slides back inside her pussy. “Here.” She jolts, trying to twist away. as I slide my finger lower. “And here.” I press my finger against her ass. She gasps, muscles clenching. “No part of you is off-limits. I know what you want, even if you won’t say it out loud. I can make all your sick little fantasies come true. Take you. Force you. Break you open until you forget who you are.”
Her breath hitches. She freezes.
“You want to know what it feels like to be ruined?”
She’s mine. And I’ll carve it into her with my cock, with my fingers, with the kind of brutal worship she’ll never come back from. I’ll make her feel me long after I’m gone.
And I’mneverfucking leaving.
She looks fucking perfect like this. Eyes blown wide with lust, mouth open and panting—so desperate for me she can’t even hide it. A fragile little thing seconds from breaking. Seconds from being torn apart by the monster I’ve kept buried just long enough to make her want me.
She doesn’t understand it yet. Doesn’t realize what she’s looking at.
She thinks I’m going to fuck her. But I’m going to obliterate her. And she’s going to beg for it.
Because she’s the only thing that stops the screaming in my skull. The need to destroy everything I see. And I’m the onlything that silences the pain in her. What a fucking disaster. A curse.
Mycurse.
My hand is massive against her inner thigh, and she flinches when I press my fingers into the heat between her legs. She’s soaked—my fucking weakness—and I drag the slick up to her mouth.
“Open.”
Slowly, her lips part, and I slide my fingers in, watching the stretch of her mouth around them. She swirls her tongue, the taste of herself coating it. Her eyes flick to mine.
I pull my fingers free and grab my belt. The moment I release my cock, her breath stutters. Her pupils dilate, flicking between fear and something filthy.
She’s folded up beneath me, wrists bound to the headboard, ankles cinched tight to them in a perfect display. I crouch over her chest, lining my cock up with her lips. The tip brushes her mouth and her head shakes faintly, but she obeys.
“Open that smart fucking mouth, Arlo.”
Her throat clamps around me as I ram deep, hips rolling, my size overwhelming her. Her eyes tear up instantly.
“Relax your throat.” I palm the back of her skull and force more of me down. Her nose presses to my skin. My balls slap her chin.
She’s choking. Gagging. Her throat convulsing, trying to fight me off. I pull back and let her suck in a gasping, wheezing breath, watching spit and precum glisten down her chin.
Then I slam back in.
Her whole body jerks. Metal cuffs rattle against the headboard. Her legs try to writhe, but she’s trapped.
I thumb her clit while she gags on me, her throat bulging with every thrust. She tries to shake her head.
