“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir,” I say, infusing my tone with sarcasm, as he’s being a jerk.
If he notices, he doesn’t berate me for it. Instead, he releases my wrists and moves again. Every movement harder and rougher than the last, as if he’s testing how far he can push this and just how much my body can take. If he expects me to beg him to stop, he’ll be surprised, as the pleasure is unlike anything I could have dreamed of.
It feels like the pleasure is going to tear me apart as I stare up at the man moving in and out of me. The suggestion that he’s a monster has never been more poignant as he bares his teeth.
“Scared yet, Miss Morrone?” he asks, his voice gravelly and rough.
I shake my head. “No, sir.”
He growls and then thrusts even deeper than I believe possible inside of me, and then he leans over and sinks his teeth into my shoulder hard enough to draw blood. “You should be,” he murmurs into my ear. “As when a beast craves something, he takes it no matter what, and this beast is addicted to every single part of you.”
I whimper as the pain and pleasure become impossible to tell apart—completely indistinguishable from one another. The wiring in my brain must be wrong as I crave the pain that he gives me as much as the pleasure. They’re the same for me.
“Your ass is so fucking tight,” he growls, licking the bite marks he inflicted on my shoulder as he remains still inside of me.
I shudder. “Fuck me, sir,” I beg.
He straightens and glares down at me with those otherworldly hazel eyes. “Ask me nicely.”
“Please fuck me, sir.”
He licks his bottom lip. “Call me master and maybe I’ll consider it.”
I swallow hard. “Please fuck me hard and rough, master.”
The control in his eyes snaps and he grabs hold of my thighs so hard and plows into me with unmeasured violence. His cock thrusting in fast and hard, as if he’s trying to break me apart. The tip of his cock is so deep inside of me it feels like I can feel him in my stomach, and I love it. I love how rough he’s being, despite the logical part of my brain telling me this is fucked up.
“Good girl, take my cock in that virgin ass just like that,” he grunts, staring down at me with a mix of awe and desire stirring in his eyes.
“Yes, master,” I purr, longing to drive him crazy with need.
His jaw clenches. “I want you to come. I want to feel your muscles contract as you tip over the edge.” His nostrils flare. “I want you to come even though you told me you didn’t want this, because deep down you love being taken against your will.”
My eyes clamp shut as he thrusts into me with more force than I believed possible, and then I feel his finger against my clit.
He applies just the right pleasure and within seconds, I’m unraveling for him like a badly wrapped gift.
My body spasms, making the swing shudder as he continues to fuck me right through it.
“Fuck, oh fuck, yes,” I scream, unable to think past the euphoria that is spiking through my veins.
And then a flood of liquid squirts from my pussy all over his shirt and if I weren’t so far gone, I think I’d die of embarrassment.
Gavril just growls and plows into me harder. “You dirty little pain slut,” he murmurs, his jaw clenching hard. “I love that you just squirted for me.”
He roars then and holds himself deep inside of me as he empties his seed in my abused ass. A vein pulsing at his temple as his eyes clamp shut, and he ruts into me, draining every drop.
When he opens his eyes, they’re shining with triumph. “Now you are mine, Camilla. I have claimed every fucking hole, and you won’t escape me, no matter how hard you try.” His eyes narrow. “No matter how fast you run.”
His words should scare me, but those words just ignite an excitement deep inside of me. Excitement to see just where this crazy, twisted thing will go between us.
20
GAVRIL
Islam shut the fridge in the staff room harder than I’d intended.