I released a breath, feeling the rough texture of his pants slide against my skin, feeling his hard cock throb. I whimpered, trying to push my hips back only for his fingers to dig into my skin.
“Keep making those noises, Scarlett, and you will be my unraveling.”
My head spun. That’s what I wanted. I wanted to be his complete undoing. I wanted him obsessed with me. I wantedhim craving my touch every second of every day. I wanted him so consumed that he couldn’t think, couldn’tbreathe, without me haunting his every thought.
He released my hips and placed one hand on the small of my back, pressing down until my lungs were forced to fill up into my chest rather than my diaphragm.
He slid his other hand between my legs, running his fingers across my sensitive pussy, pulling a soft groan from my lips as I instinctively tried to push back, wanting more.
But rather than sliding his fingers further in, he took them away, and a moment later, I felt the tip of his cock tease my entrance, sliding back and forth, pulling a deep moan from my lips.“More, I needed more.”
Azrael grabbed the chains between my arms and pulled my chest off the desk, pain shooting through my shoulders and chest, forcing a strangled cry from my lips as tears slid down my cheeks.
He forced his cock in a second later, the air leaving my lungs as he sank into me.
My head spun, spots dancing in my eyes. This felt different. The direction his cock was going, the way it filled me, the thunderous ‘bump, bump, bump’ changing to something else. I could feel it. I knew I could. Something was different about his cock. All the others were smooth all the way around. Wrinkly and hairy, but not like this.Not like this.
He pulled out and shoved back in, jerking on my arms, the pain causing my cunt to tighten around him. A sharp pain exploded across my ass. I tried to shove back again, but it did little good.
“Needy little whore,” he hummed, slamming into me again.
I whimpered, looking down at my own breasts as he started slamming into me, faster and harder. My boobs were bouncing out of the dress, and I could see just how hard my nipples were.God, I would give anything to touch them. Squeeze them,flickthem. Anything for a little relief.
I could feel the bruises forming on my hips as he slammed his hand down on the desk beside me and snarled, pushing faster, harder. So hard, the desk shifted with every slam, my mind buzzing with the high of the orgasms he forced through me, my body taut and covered in sweat.
He jerked my arms back again, sliding his hand around the front of my throat, pulling me against his hard, hot body.
My numb arms were pressed painfully between us, one hand cutting off my breathing, the other gripping my hips painfully, but the pain was nothing—nothing—compared to the feeling of his body against mine.
I leaned into him, angling my hips, a cry leaving them as the angle changed slightly again. I could feel his fingers digging into my neck, his other hand digging into my hips, his hard body, his throbbing cock. More,more, MORE.
My head was pounding, my lips parted, gasping for air that couldn’t come, his head next to mine, grunting and panting, snarling under his breath. “You fucking dirty whore,” he said. “Mydirty little whore. We’re going to flood this world with blood. Stopping hearts, cleansing as it was meant to be cleansed. Tick tock goes the clock, my shadow you will be,” he growled, turning his head until his lips were at my ear. “Tick tock goes the clock, my weapon of choice is thee.”
My mind was flooding with waves of dizzying pleasure at his words, at the way he delivered them. I could see it. I could see his vision.
Blood, pain, cleansing the world. I’d do it all. Anything he wanted, anything in the world, so long as he kept doing this. So long as he called me his dirty little whore forever.
44
Azrael
April 1st, 2023
Iwatched her from the doorway as she slept. It was the middle of the day, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed her again. Her beautiful wet cunt was so damn perfect, and the noises she made?
My cock throbbed again, my hand tightening on the cane. I hadn’t allowed her to sleep for more than a few hours a night since I brought her here. I’ve gotten very little information from her, but what I had gotten from her was priceless.
My little fractured sinner was a slut for me.
Late March 29th
“We have a message to deliver,” Bishop stated, getting up from his desk and grabbing his jacket.
I barely spared him and his brothers a glance as I gave them a dismissive wave. I didn’t care. I was busy diverting a plane to come back to the states.
Jacky boy and his little daffodil may not be going straight to her father this time around, but I couldn’t risk them getting any sort of information on his whereabouts. There was nothing in Dubai but a former associate of Charles. He was already dead, but once again, they didn’t need to know that.
My phone buzzed thirty seconds after the diversion was confirmed.
