Instead of agreement, I shifted my hips cautiously, turning onto my side and he groaned in response. Slowly, I began rotating my hips, each motion causing his cock to pulsate, stretching me to the brink of my tolerance.
“Little fox,” he warned. “If you keep moving, I’m going to lose control, and you don’t want me to do that.”
The idea of Remo Rossi, the epitome of control, losing it over me made me want to laugh. I bit my lip to keep it in and defiantly lifted my hips, knowing I’d regret it, but the challenge was way too tempting.
He exhaled sharply, the sound rumbling through him, down his body and into mine. His nails dug into my skin as I rocked back and forth, grinding against him. “Fuck.” His expression eased into a savage promise and a shudder sailed through me, suddenly wanting everything he had to offer. I clamped my pussy muscles hard, delighting in the jerk of his body. “You’re crossing a dangerous fucking line,” he snarled.
“Maybe I want to?” I said cheekily.
His harsh exhale was the only warning I got. He reached for my throat, squeezing hard as his body crashed against mine with a brutal thrust. I cried out, nails clawing at the bed, seeking purchase. He choked me harder, cutting off my cries, my breath and pounded into me without an ounce of mercy.
“That’s it, little fox,” he growled, his voice low and corrupted with dark triumph. “Let me hear you scream.”
Distracted, I didn’t notice his arm lift and when it came down, landing on my ass, my body jolted.
forty-one
. . .
Remo– 36 years old
Her scream echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls. I did it again. Slapping her ass hard, my cock throbbing with the way she clenched around me. Fuck she was soaked.
“Remo,” she breathed through the pain, her ass red and twitching, a fucking beautiful sight.
“I warned you, you little fox.” But her defiance, fuck, it was meant for me. Releasing her throat, I pulled out and slammed back in; aware the piercings would hurt. Fuck, if that didn’t turn me on more. And in true fashion, her muscles clamped around me again.
“Fuck,” a guttural moan ripped from my throat, and I moved. Setting grueling rhythm, I plunged into her, her body jolting forward with every thrust. “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.”
Watery eyes stared back at me, her cries fueling my need, raw pleasure burning every nerve, the need to ruin her overshadowing everything else. I gripped her tighter, keeping her in place, driving deeper, harder, faster, my cock thickening with every thrust, greedy for more of this pussy I’d waited to take, to consume, to own. Breathing ragged, she panted throughincoherent moans, tears streaming down her cheeks mascara following in its wake, and I tightened my hold, pulling her into me, forcing myself deeper, fucking wanting to bury myself so intrinsically, she’d never forget who she belonged to.
“Remo,” she cried out and fuck if my name didn’t sound like sin on her lips.
“That’s it, little fox, scream for me.”
Eyes filled with painful pleasure that sent a blast of heat through my veins met mine over her shoulder. Her arms straining against the cuffs, her body twisted to get away, trying to escape but it only ignited my desire. Staring down at her perfect body, marked by my teeth, my smacks and my grip, added a delectable edge to my craving, my control.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned, loving how fragile she looked, how easily I could break her, yet it was her need underneath that sang to the dark fuck in me. I’d waited for a while to bury my cock inside her, something I never did, yet nothing prepared me for how good she’d feel. Her tight, slick pussy squeezed and fought me at the same time, trying to push me out, but the harder she resisted, the deeper I drove.
Leaning forward, I wrapped my hand around her throat, forcing her body to bend into me. I wanted her to beg, to scream, to cry, to fight. I needed to feel her tremble and writhe beneath me, and she was so fucking close. My orgasm built fast, threatening to derail me, to rob me of the pleasure soaking my veins right now.
Annoyed, I slapped her ass, over and over, relishing her screams and fucked her harder. She sobbed louder, her body jolting with each thrust. Every ruthless drive hit her cervix, the feeling primal, raw, consuming.
The last cry shattered the air, a mix of pain and pleasure that pushed me closer to the edge. I didn’t stop, fucking her throughit, my pace relentless, my body trembling, my need for this, for her, animalistic.
“Remo,” she breathed, pulling on the binds. “Please…” She trailed off, her body convulsing, her pussy spasming around me as she came. Her cries echoed in the room, waning as her muscles quivered and her eyes rolled back, her bottom lip caught under her teeth.
The sight sheer fucking sex on chains.
Gritting my teeth, I squeezed her throat, dug my fingers into her skin and slammed into her, exploding on a curse, shooting rope after rope of thick, hot cum into her. My body shook, my hands trembled, my mind fucking blown, my breaths desperate. No woman had ever done that to me, not even Koroand she was intense.
Buried deep inside her, I remained still, catching my breath, relishing the feel of her pussy pulsing around me and her body quivering beneath me. When the last surge subsided, I pulled out, catching her wince, my gaze, however, was distracted by the bloody cum dripping down her legs. I’d fucked her aggressively.
“You’ll feel me for days, little fox.” I chuckled at her flinch, leaned down and licked her pussy, sucking up our cum and her blood. She let out a squeal that could’ve been disbelief or disgust. I grinned. “My cum tastes good on you.” She merely scoffed, still avoiding my gaze. My eyes dropped to her hips, bruised from my grip and her bright red ass then brushed my fingers over the marks, tracing the patterns, the indentions, the welts.
“You’re completely mine now.”
Slowly, her eyes found mine, exhausted, accusing, appeased. I looked for hate and found a smidge; I looked for fear and found none. Drenched in sweat, her hair damp, she might tremble under my touch, her fire though, burned resolute. I knew she’d fight me again and again, no matter how many times I took her, no matter how satisfied and worn-out she appeared, herdefiance would unleash and I fucking wanted that, my cock already throbbing at the thought of taking her again.
