Page 219 of Sinister

He whispers, “Oh, look how good you’re taking me, Petra. Shh, my sweet girl. You’re mine now. You’re mine. Only mine.”

“It hurts,” I whimper.

“Just for a moment. You can take it, love. You can take me—all of me.”

“I—”

“Look,” he murmurs. “Look at us joined together. It’s me and you, Petra.”

I look down where we are joined together. He takes my hand and presses it between my legs. I circle my fingers around the base of his cock, feeling the way he’s buried inside of me.

“This is . . .” I gulp down, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion.

“Wondrous,” he completes my sentence.

I nod, tears coursing down my cheeks.

“Ah, darling. I know it hurts,” he murmurs soothingly, his fingers wiping my tears away. “But there is beauty in pain, because this is something only I can give you. Only I can hurt you like this.”

“Do you . . . do you like hurting me?” I whisper.

“I only like it when you do. And you like it, don’t you, darling? You like the kind of pain only I can give you.”

As he speaks, he pulls back and thrusts into me again, harsher than before. I cry out, thrashing from side to side.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant.

My mark vibrates on my chest. There’s a searing sensation that spreads through my entire body.

He thrusts inside me again, each time getting deeper inside of me.

“Sin . . .” I whimper.

His hand presses on my breast, his fingers grazing over the mark on my chest. And as I gaze upon his own mark, I note an eerie glow. It’s a flashing red, glowing in tandem with mine.

It starts out with slow, languid strokes, and when all resistance falls away, he increases his speed.

He groans deep in his throat as he lays kisses all over my face and neck, his arms wrapped around me as he continues to make love to me in a way that is both tender and savage.

I embrace him, squeezing him tight as I hold onto him, pulling him close.

“I love you,” I whisper in his ear. “I love you so much, Sin.”

He lets out an anguished sound—one that is half disbelief, half wonder.

“Oh, my sweet Petra, I love you, too. I love you so damn much. I’ve loved you for so long,” he says between thrusts. “I never imagined” —he mutters in a ragged voice as he picks up his pace—“never imagined you’d be mine. That we would be like this together.”

We’re both a mess of limbs, our bodies wrapped together in a tight knot, our hot breaths mingling as he claims me time and time again.

By this point, the pain is just an echo. There is only the feel of him, hot and hard inside me.

It’s a completely new sensation as he touches places inside my body I never knew existed. And when I’m so wrapped in his embrace, the world falls away until it’s just the two of us.

Love and feeling. So much sensation. I don’t know where I begin and where he ends.

His movements grow frantic, and once more, I feel something build inside me—but this time, it’s different. A tension coils in my lower belly, yet it’s almost as if I don’t know how to grasp it, how to reach it.

“Sin,” I whisper. “I can’t . . . I need⁠—”