I’m not proud of the sound that comes from my throat as I attempt to lift my hips up.
He chuckles, his heated stare glittering with mirth. “You see how desperate you are for my cock, baby?”
“Yesss,” I whine, desperately searching for even a little friction to send me over the edge. “Please, just let me come, Dread.”
He pulls his hips back, denying me, only making me more distressed. I was so,soclose.
“Oh my God,please,I’ll do whatever you want.”
There’s no thought behind my words, no consideration for what I’m saying to a man who lives to torture me—but at this moment, I couldn’t give a fuck less. I’m so blinded by my need to come, I’d probably get in the goddamn pool if he asked it of me.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, his tone conveying exactly where his thoughts are leading. Sinister. Wicked.Evil.
He might as well be looking at me like I’ve just offered him my soul.
And maybe I have.
Yet, I still can’t find it in me to care. All I want is for him to fuck me and pinch my clit just the way he was.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly. “Anything.”
His breathing escalates, and he slams into me harshly, hitting that spot against my cervix again, sending shooting stars across my vision.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my spine bowing into him, only to be inundated by the static crackling between our bodies.
It’s not normal for someone to feel like this, but all I want is every inch of him pressed against me.
He watches me intently as he plows into me, his parted mouth staying within an inch of mine.
“I don’t think that’s enough for me,” he rasps.
My brow furrows, trying to process his rejection through the shot of euphoria circulating through my system. His free hand reaches between us to strum my clit softly, teasing me with pleasure but not giving me nearly enough.
“When you tell me I own you—every fucking part of you—then I’ll let you come all over my cock,” he says. “Can’t have you going aroundacting like such a desperate slut for anyone else, can I?”
I groan, and somewhere lost beyond the intense throb in my pussy, my subconscious screams at me not to tell him that. But then he softly pinches my clit again, rolling his hips just right, and that voice grows muffled and indiscernible.
“Okay, yes, fine, you own me,” I rush out, impatient for him to resume now.
He bites his bottom lip and moans, appearing damn near drunk just from my concession. Still, he doesn’t give in, and my frustration grows.
My brows pinch, and I let loose a distressed noise that has him pressing a placating kiss to my mouth.
“Tell me you won’t let anyone else fuck you,” he asserts against my lips. “The only cock you may beg for ismine. And the only one who can make this pussy come isme.”
I nod eagerly, lifting my hips again to get him a little deeper. He lets me, and so I swivel them, gaining a little more friction, but it’s still not enough.
“Let me hear it, Reverie,” he orders, nipping my bottom lip to get my attention.
“Yes, yes, okay. I won’t fuck anyone else. Just you. Now,please,Kellan, I need you so fucking much. Just fuck me.”
I don’t know which part of what I said has him cursing harshly and sending his fist cracking against the bench beside my hip, but I wish I did so I could say it again.
Utter euphoria engulfs me, and he pounds into me with even more vigor. I look down, and the butterflies in my stomach nearly shoot out of my throat at the sight of him disappearing inside me, his length soaked in my arousal.
I’m hit with a sudden moment of clarity. I can’t believe this isDreadfucking me.
It will forever be burned into my brain—him pounding into me so punishingly, it's like watching him physically stuff me with his hatred, shoving it deeper and deeper inside me until I'm full of loathing, and I can no longer tell if it's his or mine.
