“That’s it,little liar. Be a good girl and take it all.” He freezes for a fraction of time to allow my inner walls to relax, adjust, and receive him.
I trap a lungful of air, dizzy under his scandalous spell—stretched wide and finally filled by him. The sharp sting of tight flesh compressing his overwhelming size makes me wince. It’s like no other sensitivity I’ve ever felt. Gluttony and discomfort unite to create a nirvana where this man’s gargoyles guard the gates, ready to attack at any moment if I go against him.
Hot lips trail the curve of my neck to help me relax. Without warning, he ruthlessly yanks my head back, angles his hips so the fullness wanes and then slams inside again.
“Fuck, yeah,” he hisses.
The harshness forces me to yelp, so insanely consumed by his control. The searing burn inside of me ebbs and with the next thrust, it switches to bliss. This time he doesn’t hesitate, he fucks me with so much stamina that my hearing goes wonky. Piece by piece I come undone. Warmth rushes over me like the rays of the summer sun. I feel him underneath my skin and buried within me.
My senses become three dimensional, bouncing off walls, charging my muscles, and energizing the water vaporizing on my skin.
“Oh… my… God…” I gasp, supporting the upper half of my body with both hands while he controls the lower half.
“I’m no god,little liar,” he grits out close to my ear. “And I’m no fucking saint either. But I will be the master of your body.”
A surge of endorphins rally inside me, collectively building to a sensation so intense it surpasses the heights of a tsunami. It starts off as trillions of tingles and builds to a rogue wave of ecstasy.
I lose the part of myself I’ve kept hidden—the tormented girl who only dreamed of a man’s touch and never believed it would happen. With every brutal thrust, I completely let go.
As I move with him and pant for more, the realization that he’s the most lethal drug to be found drowns me.
All the hatred I’ve stored within my heart, body, and soul over the years morphs into a guilty beast. I shouldn’t feel so free, so enlightened. But those shadows don't terrorize me when I’m this close to Heaven.
His toxic sex enslaves me. And I’m charged with an unquenchable thirst. For the first time in my life, I’m in the powerful arms of a man and thriving on danger.
Beyond the pleasure I’m drowning in, I hear a sexy grunt and sense his ruts turning crazed. The savage snarl ripping from his throat warns me he's about to cum. Instinctively, my pelvic muscles squeeze around him.
“Fuck!” he snarls, slapping my ass with an eager crack.
The offending hand quickly swathes my throat from behind and jerks my spine into his solid chest so I’m trapped between sinewy muscle and hard tiles. With one last upward thrust, he goes absolutely rigid except for the hot breath against my cheek.
In the aftermath, I’m like molten jelly. Both of us pant for oxygen and stay silent in a moment of vulnerability.
His hands fall away first. I start to shake when he reverses, and his semi-solid dick slips out. Exhaustion paralyzes me, my legs weak and wobbly.
Tomás moves away, so we’re no longer touching. There’s a bountiful waterfall separating us and a sinister truth—that’s earth-shattering.
I use the wall for support and straighten my spine, keeping my chin high so he doesn’t see how much he shook my world.
He exits the shower, rips off the filled condom, wraps a towel around his hips, and strolls toward the door. “Use the bandages in the vanity for your knees. Get into bed. I have business to take care of.” His confident countenance returns and a veil of ice frosts his tone. “Congratulations,little liar,” he says over his shoulder. “You’ve offered your soul to a Souza, and I’ve taken the first bite. There’s no going back for you now.”
And just like that, he saunters out of sight like nothing life altering had happened to either of us.
Bastard.
I stay in the large shower and hold a hand over my out-of-control heart. It takes a while for my daze to vaporize amidst the steam. All those teenage years of wondering how the touch of a man would change me, and now I’m shivering in the aftermath of the most convoluted experience of my life.
Somehow, what happened to me as a young teen has manifested into the worst possible affliction. Leaving me truly damaged from within, I crave the wrong kind of touch. It’s not gentleness and tender kisses that fire up my desire—it's his dark side.
There is no way to know if that disturbed savagery is normal for a woman to lose herself in. Perhaps this is all I deserve. Eternal sadism and a hallucination of attachment.
Under the powerful jets, I let the water sluice over my aching body and relish the odd sensation between my thighs. It’s a burn of satisfaction, not regret.
I’m oblivious to the time spent nursing my sick mind after his kingly dick completely demolished me. But no one came to get me and I’m thankful for the respite solace offers.
Chills scurry over me when I turn off the shower and mummify myself in an oversized, fluffy towel. In the silence of the room, I hear my conscience telling me it was a bad idea to offer myself up as a sacrifice. Except, my gut tells me Tomás enjoyed it more than he expected, too.
I pick up my ruined dress and check the tiny pocket where Elias Souza’s ring is hidden. It’s still there, the stone as deep in color as his blood I wore. In a weird ripple of an aftershock, I panic. If he finds this in my possession, he’ll undoubtedly think I took it as a souvenir of my handy work—that I murdered his father. I open the vanity and wedge it behind a few unopened bottles of shower gel.