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The sound of him unzipping his pants had me sucking in a breath, and I pulled at the restraints, wanting to see him. I wanted to know if he was touching himself; how hard he was for me. Embracing the twisted rather than fighting the urges was new territory for me. And I needed to see him, find reassurance within the depths of his eyes that I wasn’t the only one being seduced by depraved desires. I wanted to know that he was right here with me, bathed in darkness and cloaked in sin.

“Untie me. Let me see you,” I begged, my voice hardly louder than a breathless whisper. “I want to see you.”

“The only thing you want and need is what I choose to give you.”

“Noah—”

I heard the crack before fire erupted on the skin of my ass, his palm merciless as he slapped me again—harder this time. Moans rolled from my lips, and I was utterly consumed with so many sensations, I could hardly think straight. Everything was a haze of pain, desire, and…insanity.

“Come around the bottle, and I’ll fuck you.” He rubbed the head of his cock down the side of my ass, and that was the moment I lost myself. Darkness had taken over, and I was no longer in control, completely out of my fucking mind with a lust that had me by the throat.

Holy fucking shit.My hips moved faster, pushing back as far as I could without lifting my face, taking more of it inside me with every thrust. My body was already at the edge the moment I walked in here. And now I was mere seconds away from coming, the tension snapping and breaking in half.

Cries of ecstasy rolled from my tongue, my orgasm right fucking there, ready to explode when I felt the bottle slip out. I teared up, frustration clawing at my insides. My entire body ached—it was the most powerful thing I had ever felt, ever experienced. “I thought you wanted me to come.” I couldn’t hide the sneer in my voice.

“I changed my mind.”

“Please, Noah.” I moved my head to the side a little, catching sight of him, watching as he took a swig of the beer—the bottle I just had a little less than halfway up my pussy. Noah settled behind me, and I felt him pour the beer from his mouth onto my ass, the liquid slipping down the exposed, sensitive flesh of my sex.

“You on the pill?”

“Yes.”

“Who the fuck am I kidding?” He dragged the head of his cock down my ass. “I’d fuck you bare even if you weren’t.” Without warning, he sunk into me. Hard. Stretching me. Burying his cock to the hilt inside me. It felt better than I imagined, the way he filled me to the point of pain. I could feel every ridge of his cock, his entire length all along my pussy walls.

His one hand cupped my ass, fingers digging into my flesh, sliding his dick out and then slipping back in—and I was about to fucking pray that he wouldn’t do this slow and steady because there was no way I’d survive it.

Noah jerked behind me and threw the beer bottle across the room—glass shattered against the wall, scattering on the plastic covers.

I tried moving my wrists when he grabbed my hair and pulled me up with a violent tug, snaking his hand around my neck, forcing my head to the side so he could kiss me—my tied hands lodged between our bodies.

Our tongues dueled—our lips fighting to consume one another. It was chaos, a fucking battle as our minds, souls, bodies collided in a violent thrashing of desire.

“Has he fucked you like this?”

“What?”

“Oakley. Has he fucked you like this?” He pushed in harder, deeper, faster. “Has he fucked you so hard you were sure your body would break?”

“God, no.” And it was the fucking truth. I had never felt anything like this before. The pain, the pleasure, it all crashed together in a violent surge of ecstasy. My moans turned into cries as Noah fucked me, wrapping his hand around my chest, cupping my breast while the other slid up to my neck, fingers tightening around my throat.

“I warned you my touch wasn’t gentle.” His words came out rushed, angry as he continued his onslaught, his cock impossibly hard inside me. “I told you I’d break you.”

“Good thing I don’t break that easily.”

The sound of skin slapping skin, our moans and cries tuned together like a filthy melody resonating from the ceiling. It was madness, and I didn’t want it to end.

“Noah, I’m going to come.”

“Not yet.”

The tip of his dick slammed into the deepest part of me over and over, more pain radiating up my body, and I could no longer breathe without moaning and crying out.

“Jesus. Fuck!” He cursed behind me. “Your cunt is so fucking slick and tight.”

“Then fuck it harder,” I challenged, only to have him tighten his fingers around my throat, air no longer reaching my lungs. I tried to breathe, but the pleasure starting at the base of my spine was far stronger—and my eyes rolled closed, Noah ramming in deeper with every thrust.

It hurt. I was sure he was tearing my insides apart.


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