Page 98 of Lock Up the Darkness

Sure, firm, oozing dominance, and unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

It was just all encompassing.

“Fine. Tell me,” I rasped.

“As you wish, sweetheart,” his eyes fixed on my face with calculated interest, as his fingers brushed over my panties, teasing the lace at the outer rims. Shit. “Them looking at your body on display in next-to-nothing, getting to see you that way, it makes me uncomfortable.” His thumb swiped over my folds through the thin barrier of the lace and I shuddered as sparks of pleasure afflicted me. “Like something crawling under my skin that I can’t cast out unless I fucking well blind them all.” He tugged my panties aside, and then he was touching me skin-to-skin, the feel of his roughened fingers dragging through my wet folds drawing a blissed-out moan from me. “It heats my blood with a rage so pure it threatens to turn me murderous.” His voice had dropped to a dangerous growl, as he teased my entrance. “Just like the threat of my father laying hands on you.” He thrust two fingers inside me with a brutality that would’ve had me toppling off his lap if it hadn’t been for his iron grip on my thigh. He rammed them in and out mercilessly. “That’s what it fucking does to me.”

His thumb flicked over my clit as he continued his savage, punishing thrusts.

I could feel myself clenching around him, rocking back on them, grinding against his thumb, fucking well losing myself to it.

“Fuck,” I choked, when he twisted his fingers and began scissoring them inside me.

His hand left my thigh and he wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me against him, a steel band binding me to him.

I breathed in his sandalwood scent, my cheek pressed against the coarse stubble of his.

“You’ll take my cock soon,” he whispered huskily at my ear. “You’ll scream for me as I tear you apart. You’ll give me your pleas, your screams. I’ll have your tears and lick them away as you convulse all over my cock.”

Oh God.

Pleasure was building so quickly, I couldn’t keep up with it, I couldn’t get a handle on it. It was completely out of my control.

My body wasn’t mine anymore.

It was his.

Under his spell, under his command.

“You’ll beg for me to stop. That it’s all too much. That you can’t take another second.”

“Fuck,” I breathed, fucking back against him, and riding his fingers like an animal, needing more, more, more!

“But I won’t. We won’t.”

“We?” I gasped out.

“That’s right, little beast. It’s what you’ve been craving, yes? For the three of us to descend upon you? To make you our dirty little cock whore for real?”

His thumb became a vibrating force of motion on my clit.

I screamed out and dug my fingers into his shoulders.

“Admit it,” he pushed, his pounding fingers angling deep inside me.

I managed to focus on his eyes, which were completely black now.

“Y-yes.”

Sadistic satisfaction twisted his lips.

He licked the shell of my ear. “Good girl.”

I slapped one of my hands to his cock, shuddering as I found it rock hard.

He hissed as I squeezed and dug my nails into the shaft through his jeans.

“Ease up, or I won’t be able to hold off.”

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