Page 153 of The Pact

Rippp.

Jesus Christ. I’m absolutely terrified, although arousal is pulsing against the logical part of my brain.

“See, I have this theory about you.” Damian’s hand slides between my legs, pulling one towards him so that he has full access to me. I feel him push away the torn fabric of my panties. The metal returns, this time running from my knee up the inside of my thigh. “I think fear turns you on.” I let out a shaky breath, barely able to concentrate on his words.

He rests the flat of the blade over the length of me, pressing gently so that the cold metal rests against my clit. My body clenches against my will. I force myself to still, worried that any movement could cause the sharp edge to cut me. “It does, doesn’t it, princess? You can tell me.”

I shake my head. “No. You’re wrong.”

“I don’t think I am. When I scared you on the Ferris wheel, I could see it in your eyes, the fear mixed with excitement.” He kisses down my collarbone. His warm breath makes me arch into him. “Wesley told me how fucking wet you were when he chased you down in the woods.”

Damian’s tongue traces the exposed skin of my breast. Then drags it over the thin lace covering my hardened nipple. He circles it slowly. A groan escapes my lips. “I bet you were just as wet when I spanked you on the dock. Your body was trembling and I could see you were scared, but you were also turned on. And I’ll bet everything I have if I slide my fingers into your pussy right now, you’ll be soaking wet. Tell me I’m wrong, Thea.”

He pulls my nipple into his mouth. The feel of the fabric and his warm tongue are unbearable. He’s not wrong, yet I don’t want to admit it. Who’s turned on by fear? I feel like a fucking freak.

“Tell me, Thea,” he growls against my breast before biting down. The pain and pleasure of it has me confessing against my will.

“Yes, yes. You’re right,” I moan.

The metal is gone. I feel Damian’s body jolt up. He shoves between my legs. My senses reach out, trying to figure out what he’s doing. Then his tongue licks up my center. He pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking it roughly. This should hurt, but it feels too good for me to even register pain.

“Fuck, Damian,” I gasp, writhing in bliss against his touch. His hand slides up, reaching for my breast. He digs his fingers into me, making me push my chest into his harsh touch. All I want is to fist his hair as he licks my pussy, but the rope around my wrists reminds me I’m helpless.

Sliding two fingers inside of me, he moans against me. The vibration of the sound makes me push myself deeper into his mouth. “I knew you’d be dripping. My good girl loves a little danger, doesn’t she?”

“I do,” I pant. I want to dissect this new realization, however, my head is clouded with everything Damian.

His teeth graze my clit, sending a shock through me. He pulls his fingers from me. “I can’t wait anymore. I need to fuck your pretty pussy.”

He shifts on the bed as he kneels between my legs. Damian lays his torso over mine and rips off the blindfold. My eyes blink, trying to adjust to the light. “I want you to watch me take you, princess.” His fingers trace over my hip, outlining the crown tattoo.

My eyes travel down to his hard cock and I whimper, needing him inside of me more than I’ve needed anything else in my life, more than the air I breathe. “Fuck me, please, Damian.”

I watch him as he circles the tip of his cock over my entrance. His patience is about as thin as mine, because he’s pushing all the way into me forcefully. He bottoms out and my eyes flick to his, but they’re rolled back and his mouth is parted.

Pushing into him as much as I can, I encourage him to give us what we both want.

He glides his hand over the back of my thigh, cupping my ass as he lifts my hips. I watch as he slides a pillow under me. He drives into me with all of his power.

As he thrusts, I realize why he’s put it under me. This angle has him stroking my G spot perfectly. My body shakes uncontrollably as I push closer to the edge. Damian grips my thigh with one hand while the other drifts over my pelvis. Suddenly, I feel him press down gently.

I don’t know what fucking magic this is, but everything intensifies by a hundred. I pull against my restraints, however, it only makes the rope only bite into my flesh cruelly. Damian picks up his speed. It sends me hurtling towards my climax. I clench around his cock, barely able to breathe as I’m hit with intense waves of pleasure. Christ, I’ve never come that quickly before.

The sounds coming from my mouth are foreign and I turn my head to bite into my bicep—the only thing within reach. I muffle my cries.

“Don’t you do that,” Damian roars. “I want to hear you screaming for me. Let everyone hear how much your body fucking needs me.”

I release my teeth from my skin and obey him. I scream his name and strings of curses as he slams into me.

Damian releases his grip on me and swings my thigh across his chest, twisting my lower half to the side. The new position has another release building quickly. His palm comes across my ass hard and unexpected, but God, the stinging feels amazing combined with him sliding in and out of me.

“Green,” I blurt out.

Damian hesitates momentarily. Staring at him, I see a hint of surprise in his eyes, but it’s chased away as they darken at the challenge. His hand lands another smack, harder this time. I’m practically in tears from all the sensations. A third lick and I’m coming again.

He yanks my bra down, releasing my breast. Waves of aftershocks crash over me as he pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Damian tenses and thrusts once, twice, and then I feel him spill into me. His body twitches as he empties every drop into my pussy.

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