“You can’t come inside me.”
“Can’t?” I rasp. “Who’s going to stop me?” I sweep my tongue up her delicate sole and suckle each exquisite toe.
I begin slowly moving my hips in short, jerky thrusts.Fuck, fuck, fuck.It’s so fucking good. No girl should have this much power between her thighs. Everything about her is addictive. This is only the tip. How would it feel to be fully embedded in her heat? I’ll probably lose what little sanity I have left. Goddamn her, and goddamn her good pussy.
Zilphia tenses with every advancing thrust, bracing for the loss of her virginity. I take sick delight in her distress, snapping my hips faster. Nothing compares to this—not killing, not even riding my motorcycle down an empty highway on a bright, sunny day. Sweat cascades down my bunching muscles, molding my clothes to my body like a second skin.
I turn to her other foot, kissing, sucking, and licking to my heart’s content. If this is hell, fuck it, give me a first-row seat every day for the rest of my life.
I groan, balls shuddering violently.
“I’m about to come.” I throw my head back, pumping my seed into her. “Fucking Christ.”
I rest my forehead on her ankle, catching my breath.She’s mine.I’m never letting her go now. Our fates became intertwined the second she found me hiding in her tree house.
I push to my feet and shove my dick back into my jeans. “Show me where you sleep.”
Zilphia plucks her panties off the floor and hurries through a door near the kitchen entrance. I follow her down the stairs, pulling the door shut behind me.
I peruse her sleeping quarters. “Poetic justice at its finest.”
Barely any moving space, musty odor, and a dilapidated air mattress to lay her head at night—this is exactly what she deserves.
“I have a surprise for you.” I take out my cell phone and go to my photos.
She accepts it with a shaky hand, blanching at the still image on the screen.
“Keep scrolling, there are tons more.”
“Did you take these?” she asks, frantically swiping through the pictures.
“No.” I snatch my cell phone from her grasp and stash it in my back pocket. “The Gods have a far reach. One phone call and he’s dead within sixty minutes.”
“Please don’t,” she begs me.
“Why?” I question, tilting my head to the side. “You hate each other.”
“He’s still my brother.”
“So that slimy motherfucker gets your loyalty, but I got a knife in the fucking back.” I clamp my hand around her jaw and shove her onto the air mattress. “Get on your fucking knees.” I pull my cock free, slapping her hard across the face with it. “Grab it and dry your tears.”
She wraps a slender hand around the thick base, sliding my length over one tear-soaked cheek, then the other.
“Fuck, your tears make me so goddamn hard,” I groan, interlocking my fingers behind her neck. “Open wide.”
I surge into her mouth, riding her face with ruthless thrusts. Zilphia braces her palms on my thighs, grappling against my vicious assault. The wild hysteria clouding her glossy brown irises stirs my blood, inciting the most primitive part of me. I dig my nails into her nape and jackhammer into her throat until her body goes limp. I release my hold, and she crumples to the mattress, coughing and struggling for breath.
I’m on her instantly, tearing her shirt over her head. My gaze zeros in on her pierced belly.
I run my finger over the shinyjewelry. “Stunning.”
This is a pleasant surprise. She must’ve gotten the piercing done at Draco’s tattoo shop earlier. I hook my arms under her knees and hoist her legs over my shoulders, aligning my length at her rimmed opening.
“This is going to hurt,” I rasp and drive into her tight muscles.
Zilphia cries out, her delicate features contorted in agony. I lie flat against her soft curves and curl my fingers over her shoulders, thrusting and rolling my hips until she’s stretched to capacity, then my control shatters. I plunge into her with punishing brutality, unleashing three years of pent-up anger on her body.
“I’ve earned this,” I groan against her wet cheek. “You’re mine to break.”
