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“I can’t believe you tattooed your name on my ass!” I yell.
“Well it’s the truth. It is my ass.” He chuckles, uncuffing me from the bed posts.
Once free, I attack him. We roll across the bed and fall onto the floor.
He quickly subdues me. “When are you going to learn that fighting me gets you fucked?”
He grabs me by the throat and jerks me to my feet before throwing me into the window and pinning my body against the glass. “Place your hands flat on the fucking window and keep them there.”
“Fuck you!” I scream, refusing to follow his demand.
He slams my face into the glass. Pain erupts in my head as blood seeps from my mouth.
“Now be a good girl and do what you’re told.”
I comply, realizing he’ll always have the upper hand between us.
“I love seeing you bleed.” He licks my cheek. “Be defiant again so I can make you bleed some more.” He kicks my feet apart.
The sound of his zipper fills my ears.
“What are you thinking right now as my dick opens you up?” he asks, slowly penetrating me.
The exquisiteness of this moment will be burned in my memories forever.
“Tell me,” he murmurs.
“I’m afraid.”
“Why?”
“You take a little piece of my soul every time you enter my body. Eventually you’ll leave me soulless. But what really scares me is that I prefer to be soulless over being without you.”
“Welcome to my world.” He fully impales me but stays still.
“Please, fuck me,” I say in desperation.
“Not yet.”
His hardness throbs inside me.
“You feel that?” He covers my hands with his.
I nod, moaning.
“Don’t think for one second you can recreate what we have with another man. It can never be done,” he says as he begins pumping his hips.
The rolling waves of the ocean model my current emotions. No word in existence is capable of describing the intensity he brings to life inside me. This man could wreck me, hurt me, leave me for dead, but I’ll always come back to him because I’d rather stay in hell with the devil than live the rest of my life in paradise. How fucked up is that?
He grinds and rotates his hips wildly as he kisses my neck. Energy builds in my core until I’m completely consumed. My pussy spasms down on his dick as I reach orgasm.
“Você me intoxica,”he groans, overfilling my cunt with his semen.
Another piece of my soul is gone, but I don’t give a fuck. Art drops to his knees and rests his head against my lower back.
“Why am I so weak when it comes to you?” he asks in a confused voice, more to himself than to me.
