“Take your panties off. Show me your pussy.”
“Devlin, I don’t think we should—”
“Strip!” he demanded, his fingers gliding along the strained veins in my neck, feeling my pulse, as if deciding if he should let the blood that pumped there continue to flow.
When our eyes met, I no longer saw the man I loved. I saw a man betrayed, hurt, seething with rage. He hated me. Or hated that he loved me. Either way, he wanted to make me pay, and if not in blood, then by tainting our love with inconsequently hate-filled sex.
I obeyed. With shaky fingers, I shed my clothes and bent naked over the side of the bed as he instructed. When his palm clapped against my right butt cheek, it sent a fiery flash across the flesh. I gasped as his finger dug into the already inflamed skin of my ass. Chills of excitement and fear raced up my spine as I heard the clink of his belt buckle being released.
There was no caressing, teasing, or begging. He slid swiftly into my semi-wet pussy, my arousal mounting with each sharp thrust despite the bite of pain. I didn’t want to give him confirmation of how he completely owned my body. My mind had no control over my reaction. He ruled over my body like a dark god. He knotted my hair around his fingers and tugged on it while keeping my face pressed to the mattress. He leaned over me, his angry heat scorching my skin as his cock rammed into me so hard tears spilled from the corners of my eyes onto the black sheets. “I fucking hate you,” he growled into my ear. Over and over, he said hate, hate, hate, like a hymn. Or like a prayer, if chanted enough, he’d be able to believe it. Make it come true.
“I love you,” I managed on a ragged breath. The only weapon I had against him was his love for me, and I planned to use it until the end.
His hand clamped over my mouth, body locked into a tense knot over mine. “Do you still think I’d fall for your shit?” He leaned in closer, if that was possible. His sweaty contoured muscles pressed into my back. “You think I’m gullible because you’re still alive. You think you can control the beast.”
I shook my head urgently against the bed because I felt what was coming next—the total unleashing of the beast.
He stood up behind me, pushed my knees up on the bed. His hand pressed into my shoulder blades, pinning me down as he fucked me savagely. My vision blurred as he battered my pussy. The painful burn intensified the sweet pleasure. My nipples were rock hard, brushing against the sheets with each powerful thrust. My legs trembled, and my clit swelled and ached. I reached down to relieve the pressure, but Devlin delivered a sharp smack to my ass. “Move again and I’ll chain your wrists to the bedpost.”
I craned my head in an effort to see him, connect with him. He looked like a man trying to get a hold of what was happening to us. His body was tense. His muscles strained and sweat covered, his teeth gritted as he moved in and out of me. Our eyes met and it only made him angrier. He yanked my hair to turn my gaze off him.
My pussy throbbed from the beating it took, but still, I felt zaps of pleasure slowly pushing me over the edge. Devlin shifted so his cock hit the sensitized flesh deep within me more skillfully. He moved his hand over my waist, down my cleft, and flicked my clit. Over and over, he strummed the swollen flesh while his cock intrusively nudged at the aching spot within me.
I came brutally, surrendering with a long wail. He was close behind. I could tell by the gasps and groans. Before he could reach completion, I said, “You can’t fuck our love away.”
“Shut up,” he said through clenched teeth.
“You can’t make me hate you with dirty, fucked up—” Before I could get another word out, I was flipped to my back, my head pulled to the edge with his cock at my lips.
“If you won’t shut up, I’ll do it for you.”
“Devlin—”
He pushed into my mouth. I tasted myself on the heated skin of his cock as it moved against my tongue. My head hung off the side of the bed, giving him deep access to my throat. He took advantage, causing me to gag several times, breathing becoming so hard that tears leaked from my eyes.
He abused my nipples, pinching and pulling on them until they were painfully taut. He ran his fingers over my sore pussy, eliciting moans from me that vibrated against his cock. He needed to fuck me like I didn’t matter to him, and I gave him that.
I gave him my body, my heart, and a second orgasm with his finger buried deep within my dripping pussy. His hand covered in the evidence that he completely owned me. It turned him on so much he came in hot silken strands on my tongue and down my throat.
At that point, I knew I’d lost the battle. I decided to lock my soul up, as far inside as possible, because if I had nothing left, I would never escape his madness. I’d handed over my common sense for a twisted love that had ruled me for far too long.