With a moan, I let my hand drift between my thighs. My fingers push between my sore, swollen lips, ignoring or maybe actually welcoming the sharp sting that accompanies the rush of endorphins. My body trembles as I push a finger inside, and I fog the glass of the mirror with my breath when I drop my forehead to it.
My inner walls feel tight around the single finger. Then I remember howbigVaughn is, how much he stretched me andfilled me, and the sheer pressure I could feel from his massive size, and a fresh wave of arousal coats my hand.
I drag my slick finger to my swollen clit, still tender and sore. I roll it under the pad of my finger, my eyes half closing as I replay the madness of the night.
My moaning, whimpering voice cracks as I roll my clit and bring my other hand up to pinch and pull mercilessly at my aching nipples. The finger on my clit rubs faster and harder, and when my hand smacks my own breast, my sharp mewl fogs the mirror again.
I do it over and over, desperately thirsty and starving for the rush I felt when he inflicted that pain on me. I tug and pinch viciously at my nipples until my legs are shaking and my thighs are slick with my arousal.
Little slut.
Dirty cum whore.
Oh,shit.
I rub harder and faster, feeling myself careening closer to the edge as I seek out every bruise on my body and press into it, drowning in the rush of pain and pleasure and humiliation until I can barely stand.
That’s when I wrap my hand around my throat.
I squeeze as hard as I dare, choking and shaking and gasping broken, shattered moans as my jaw goes slack and the cyclone tears through me, leaving a path of destruction in its wake.
I bite down hard on my lip to stop from screaming when the orgasm smashes its way through my broken, bruised body as Isag against the mirror. The taste of copper explodes across my tongue and I let the droplets of blood from my bitten lip dribble down my chin to my chest, then trickle down my stomach as my core clenches and shatters before breaking apart at the seams.
When it’s over, I can barely stand. I stumble back to my bed, staring in a daze at my reflection in the smeared and smudged mirror.
Now, standing in the pink room surrounded by crowns and gauze and sparkles, I don’t see the good girl anymore.
I see someone raw and wild.
Someone that scares the hell out of me.
And it feelsgreat.
13
DEMON
We needto stop making a habit of this.
You’re the one who came here.
Well it was your suggestion.
And you’re the one with the legs,motherfucker .
We twist our head, looking towards the mirror to the far side of the bedroom and glaring at our reflection, as if to shut us up.
But the other inside of us pulls at our lips, forcing a wild, savage grin to our face.
Where you go, we go.
With a grunt, we pull our gaze away from our reflection in the pink-framed mirror. We didn’t come here to argue with ourselves. Nor did we come here to look atus.
We came forher.
And right now, we’re glad we did.
Evelina looks, frankly, like she got fucked and put away wet. She’s sprawled on the edge of her pink and white four-poster bed, the gauzy curtains open, her feet flat on the ground and the rest of her slumped back across the duvet, as if she sat down for a moment and then blacked out.
