The more he confiscates my air, the tighter I grow around him, strangling his dick as he groans.
He likes having me so helpless, so pliant, so attuned to his ruthless rhythm that I moan because of it.
That I beg for more due to it.
In no time, he’s turned me into a masochist for his violence. I’m so used to him that I’ve been trained to crave his savagery.
My core clenches in short intervals, and when he hits my secret spot again, I’m spluttering due the lack of air and coming so hard, I feel like I might pass out.
But I don’t.
I stay there, being strangled against the wall as his cock plows into me, hard, fast, and unforgiving. Jeremy isn’t the type who comes quickly. He draws out his pleasure, needing to rearrange my insides before he even considers the option of coming.
He goes on and on until I think he’ll never be done. Just when I believe he’ll finally come, he changes our position. He fucks me against the sofa with my arse in the air and then on all fours on the floor with his fingers wrapped around my hair. Then on my back while he looms over me like a tyrant god.
One who needs blood sacrifices.
Because that’s what he does. He leans down, pulls on one of my breasts, and bites down on the soft flesh so hard, it burns.
Blood coats his lips when he lifts his head and growls, “Say my name.”
I purse my lips.
“Cecily, say my fucking name.”
A tear slides down my cheek, and I turn my head to the side, refusing to give him what he wants.
“I said. Say my name.” Jeremy bites down again and I scream in pain, but I don’t say his name.
He fucks me more ruthlessly than before, pounding into me until I slide across the floor. He fucks me like he needs me to feel every savage thrust.
He fucks me like he’s on the edge and I can either save or push him down the cliff.
It’s raw and dangerous. Illicit and primal.
Intense and punishing.
Then, finally, I feel his seed coating my insides in a long rush.
I’m sniffling, still trying to get my bearings when Jeremy pulls out of me, uses some tissues to clean my thighs, then hauls me to my unstable feet by my arm.
I pull away from him and smooth my dress, wincing when I cover the bite mark. Still, I refuse to make a sound and use all my dignity to remain composed. He’s turned me into his whore, but that’s only during sex.
If he thinks I’ll be his plaything in real life, he has another thing coming.
I smooth my hair and dab beneath my eyes, thankful for waterproof mascara.
For the life of me, I can’t understand why a mere touch from other guys turn me into a mess, but Jeremy is able to fuck me up, splinter my world to pieces, and I don’t feel threatened.
Hell, I’ve never had a panic attack around him.
A large body steps into my line of vision, and when I ignore him, he lifts my chin with his thumb and index finger, eyes narrowed and jaw set. “What the fuck was that all about?”
“If you want someone to say your name, go to your Maya.” I flip my hair, then I walk out of there. I want to waltz out like a badass, but I have to move as slowly as possible because I’m sore.
That’s when I remember something very important.
Ava.