Enzo
I tighten the rope around Kai’s wrist. She moans as the sharp pain digs into her flesh.
My eyes glaze at the sight, knowing she’ll wear a bright red scar tomorrow because of me.
I stand back and admire my work. Kai is spread eagle on my bed. Her arms and legs are tied by a crude rope to the bedposts. My tie is around her mouth so she can’t speak.
She doesn’t move, but her eyes beg me—don’t hurt me.
I’ll do my best princess. The pleasure will be worth any pain.
She swallows hard, her neck muscles flexing as her saliva slides down her throat.
My eyes can’t stop soaking her in. Her hardened nipples are begging to be licked. Her stomach has flattened, preparing for my kisses. And her pussy is dripping with anticipation.
And then I see the scars…
On her neck, her breasts, her stomach, her legs. They are everywhere. Reminding me of what I gave up. I let another man touch her.
Wild hunger stirs deep inside me. I don’t know why I’ve waited all these weeks to touch her. I’m hungry and desperate for her, and her body is more than ready for me.
I climb up on the bed and settle between her legs, careful not to touch her. I want our bodies to connect in one swift movement as I slide inside her. I want an explosion.
I warn her with my eyes, and she braces herself on the bed but doesn’t tell me to stop. She wants this.
I grab her hips and slam my cock into her body in one long stroke.
Damn, she’s tight. So fucking tight.
“Jesus, Kai. I’ve never felt anything this tiny, this chilling to my bone, this comforting.” Her pussy molds to my cock in cool perfection. Christ, even her pussy is cold compared to my skin. But it’s the perfect balance for me.
She sucks in a rough breath through her nose; her whole body is tense. I’ve hurt her.
I’ve hurt her.
I need to stop. Give her time to adjust.
Stop, I can stop. I’m self-control. I’m not a monster.
I stop, but then her pussy tightens, a soft cry escapes her throat, and a tear trickles down her precious face. Any normal man would stop seeing her react like that, but I’m not normal. I was raised by the devil and revel in the darkness. So instead, I lose myself.
I pump hard, my full-length inside her.
Her gentle tears turn to streams. She’s fighting inside, trying to get me off her, trying to make me stop.
But now that I’ve started, I can’t stop. I won’t stop. Not until I’ve destroyed her.
In.
Out.
Harder.
Faster.
Her tears are spilling from her eyes, but I need more. I love to see her in pain, knowing I’m the one to give her that experience. I’m the only one who gets her tears.
“Cry for me, baby. Beg for me.”