Page 47 of Dance of Monsters


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“Fuck, princess,” he snarls in a deep, hungry tone. “Your sweet virgin blood feels so fucking good soaking my cock.”

The last resistance snaps inside me. The breath rushes out of me with a whooshing choke as my body starts to adjust and stretch and cling tight to his invading cock.

A broken, gasped surrender slams into me. For a second, as I look up and meet the brutal, icy blue glint in his eyes, it feels like I’m more exposed than I’ve ever been before. Not just because Iamnaked. It's like he, unlike anyone else, is finally seeing all of me.

Seeing the dark part inside me that I’ve kept hidden, even from myself.

And when he brutally thrusts into me, I come undone. Completely. Irreversibly.

Tears trickle from the corners of my eyes, but not from pain or humiliation.

It's because suddenly, unexpectedly, and unapologetically, I feel more alive than I ever have.

I shudder when Vaughn cups my face, his eyes glinting darkly as he wipes away my tears with his thumb.

“Don’t cry, little princess,” he murmurs, leaning close and letting his teeth graze the delicate curve of my neck. “You’ll make me come.”

His words drag like a knife point over my skin.

His teeth follow. Biting. Sucking. Eating mealive. His mouth everywhere: on my collarbone, my breasts, my nipples. His hands grasp my hips, lifting them as he pounds into me, hitting a spot inside that makes me start to shatter.

His thrusts become deeper, more violent, as if he’s trying to stab me to death with his cock. But the harder he pounds, the more tightly wound I become. The more he brutalizes my body, the more my insides turn to molten fire.

Vaughn sits back on his haunches, his hands holding my hips and lifting my butt off the ground as he thrusts into me like he hates me.

My toes curl and cramp up. My legs kick. A quivering trembling builds deep inside.

I desperately try to remind myself that I’m only doing this because I have to.

Because he’sforcing me.

But the terrifying truth is,I like this. And what really scares me is how much I’m craving his madness.

How much the pain turns me on.

I’m going to come.

My back scrapes against the ground. My hands claw and dig at his arms as he reaches down, wraps a hand around my throat, andsqueezes.

My eyes roll back as my entire reality blurs and shatters.

Oh God…

Oh GOD.

“That’s it, come apart for me, slut.”

Smack.

His hand slaps my breasts, making my nipples scream in agony and pleasure as they tighten to points. He leans over and bites down hard on the same nipple, making me cry out as my pussy pulses around his huge dick when he rams into me again and again.

“You’re fuckingmine now, my little cum whore,” he snarls. “Youbelong to me. Thiscuntbelongs to me. Your pain and your pleasure belong to me. Yourcumbelongs tome.”

Slap.

Thrust.

Squelch.