“My turn.” I seize her throat and slam her onto the floor. “You shouldn’t have poked the monster. Now he’s hungry.” I strip her bare as she kicks, scratches, and damns me to hell. Then I free my cock. “Ready or not, here I come.” I drive into her as hard as I can, pounding into her pussy over and over again.
She sobs beneath me, feeding the darkness in my soul. That darkness thrives off her pain, so I fuck her harder because the harder I fuck her, the more she cries. I dig my fingers into her calves and push her legs back as far as they’ll go, driving deeper into her magic pussy. It grips me so goddamn tight, I can barely move inside her.
Fuck.
I’m not ready to come. It’s not about me getting my rocks off. It’s about domination—and fear. I need the mere thought of me to instill her with terror. I need her complete surrender… for her to understand that she’ll never escape me in this lifetime or the next. She’s mine forever.
I still, balls deep inside her warmth, and press my forehead to hers. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her lips a soft caress against my own.
“Yes, what?” I growl, pushing deeper into her.
She whimpers. “Yes, it hurts.”
I tighten my hold on the back of her legs, piercing her soft skin. Blood trickles from the deep grooves, pooling around my fingertips. Zilphia’s pained gasp twitches my cock, and it takes everything in me to keep my monster at bay.
“Are you afraid?” I ask, my voice grating and unfamiliar to my own ears.
“Yes, I’m afraid!” she shouts, crying hysterically now. “I’m afraid every fucking day!”
“That’s what I wanna hear.” I fist my hands in her hair and lie flush against her soft body. “Now I can come.”
I piston into the silken flesh between her thighs, my hips thrashing and rolling. Before long, I plunge headfirst into the black abyss where insanity meets ecstasy. I open my arms in welcome, embracing the madness, because in that madness awaits the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known.
Sweat pours from my body onto her flawless brown skin.She has an unbreakable hold on me, but I don’t give a damn. I’m too far gone—too pussy wasted to care about anything other than the snug warmth cocooning my manhood. The only thing that can bring me back is finding release inside her sweet, wet walls.
I swear to every deity known to man, hers is the best pussy I’ve ever had. It’s my crack, the best kind of poison. One minute it has me floating on cloud nine, only to send me crashing back to Earth in the next. But it isn’t the impact I remember most, it’s the rush I feel as I’m falling.
I bury my face against the slender column of her throat and breathe in her addictive honeysuckle scent. It’s innately her, ingrained in her essence after all these years. Zilphia cries out as a surge of wetness soaks my dick. There it is, the fall. And what an amazing fall it is.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groan, releasing hot spurts of cum into her wet core. “Fuck, it’s so goddamn good.” I settle my full weight on top of her, sated and weak.
“I can’t breathe,” she whimpers, squirming beneath me.
I push to my forearms and stare into her tear-filled gaze. “Your pussy soaked my dick all up. So it begs the question: Is it really considered rape if you come?”
Her mouth trembles. “You’re the devil.”
I smirk. “No, you got it all wrong, sweetheart. I’m far worse than the devil.” I slip free of her body and slump back against my desk.
I couldn’t stand right now to save my life. Zilphia stays on her back, legs slightly agape, staring up at the ceiling. I wonder whatshe’s thinking but decide not to appease my curiosity for the moment. Instead, I retrieve a doobie and my favorite lighter from the inner pocket of my cut. I light up and admire the view through the earthy smoke permeating the air. My gaze follows the rapid rise and fall of her dark-brown nipples. Everything, and I mean every-damn-thing, about her is perfection. And she’s allmine.
“I want to go back to school and spend some time with my friends,” she announces.
I scoff, releasing a thick stream of smoke from my nostrils. “Not happening.”
She sits up and stares at me with pleading eyes. “Can you at least think about it?”
“Isn’t bringing you to work with me enough?” I growl in annoyance. “I swear, you goddamn women are never satisfied. You’re staying home tomorrow.”
“Snake can keep an eye on me at school,” she presses, pulling her shirt over her head.
I shake my head. “Not all the time and I can’t trust you not to kill our baby.”
“I won’t.” Zilphia lowers her gaze and rests a hand on her still-flat belly. “I hate myself for even thinking about doing it.”
“But youdidthink it. That’s the fucking point,” I sneer at her. “And you could think about doing it again. But remember this, if our baby dies, you die.” I lean forward, staring straight into her rich, chestnut irises. “You remember the cremation chamber, don’t you?” Tears immediately fill her eyes and spill down her soft cheeks.Yeah, she remembers.
